Three years of desertion... And disarray never failed to maintain it's course. A bizzare phenomenon seeped into society, concealing identities under the guise of simple beings whilst deceiving the blind — leaving the keen eyed to discern their malevolent incentives

Under the smell of wine in tranquil streets and laughs over brightly beaming televisions, the Detective remains tactful in her pursuit to further protect residents from both "Natural" and "Supernatural" dangers

Nothing but the aroma of roasted coffee beans and light floral scents of jasmine trickled your nostrils, fairly luxurious lighting with towering windows displaying the city in its full glory

The Detective was quick to gently brush the dust off her elegant fedora hat, lowering her gloved palm for a ponder

"Oddly peculiar..." She ends openly, I think this is where you—