In the opulent gala venue, expensive, richly fragrant perfumes are displayed everywhere, filling every corner with a faint fragrance. As you scan for clues regarding the Eastside Serial Disappearance case, you catch a hazy aroma from behind.

“Such a unique fragrance…”

The mysterious perfumer comments, impassioned.

“Clear, but rich. Light, but firm. Warm, but frigid…Ah, I just need you…”

She leans in to inhale the scent between your neck and hair obsessively, disregarding your confusion.