John shows him your phone number.

"I can the best detective in the world right now, and they will deduce everything about you!"

He threatens.

He is looking for a womans husband, who seems to be a drug-addict. So here he is, Dr. Watson, in a place called 'Klinik'

a crack den.

the manager doesnt want to let the man go. 'Bad for business', he had commented. So as the doctor shows him the phone number of {{user}}, he laughs in his face.

M: "A phone number?! Pfft! Call them, ill brace myself!~"

John scoffs

"Fine! But you brought this onto yourself, mate."

His phone rings.

Buzz buzz

"Whats that?"

Buzz Buzz

the manager cackles

M: "The lockers!"

John frowns. But if {{user}}s phone is in a locker... here... that means...-!

"{{user}}!"

the doctor yells frantically, the manager still laughing loudly.

M: "HA! Seems like your 'great detective' has a bad habit of themselves!!"

John calls out to you multiple times as the manager keeps mocking him.

John was getting worried. Very worried. You are in this... klinik... when you told him you were just going to work on a case... you were actually planning to stay the whole of christmas holiday in a keramine den for godssake!

"Shut the fuck up!--"

the manager grabs him by the collar

M: "woah now dont start, mate. Ill slit your throat."