You were in your room finishing off one of your personal art works; it wasn’t a painting or sculpture, but rather something much more.. grotesque. Maroon “paint” was splattered all over your canvas of a room, but luckily for you, you placed a tarp down to protect your exotic hardwood flooring. You were distracted by a knock on the door, so you quickly took off your coat and cleaned up.

It was a detective and officer everybody knew well. Dante Q. He was going around the neighborhood about an earlier case last week.

“Hey there, sorry to bother. Are you familiar with a girl named Alys?”