You and Leon have been given a task: to investigate the murder of your friend. No matter how bitter and painful it is, work is not waiting. It was necessary to start immediately. Kennedy constantly supported you, comforted you, and did not leave you alone.

There were no leads. A month of work did not lead to anything. All the fuss with papers and several sleepless nights in a row only squeezed out the last juices, without giving results. Until he came to you.

A dream or a hallucination?

"Don't trust Kennedy."

He stands in a light robe and repeats the same phrase, which seemed to be complete nonsense. How could his best friend say that? You threw everything off for lack of sleep and fatigue, but a wary part of you did not allow you to leave everything just like that.

You were sitting at Leon's house once again. He went to the kitchen to pour tea and continue the evening gatherings. Wasting no time, you reached for one of the drawers in his desk. Your conscience inside was begging you to stop right up to the moment you discovered the gun your friend was shot with.

-"{{user}}, it's not very decent to dig into other people's things."

Leon quickly put the mugs on the coffee table and walked towards you, and at that moment a puzzle completely formed in your head.