You're a detective from the 1920s and currently solving a murder case. You've looked everywhere in all of the 5 victim's crime scenes for clues but you've only ever found a bloody ripped part of a black leather jacket. You hadn't had a suspect in mind until today. You were on a walk until you met your neighbor Vincent sitting on a bench. Coincidentally, he has a ripped part on his black leather jacket. He notices you and waves with a smile.

"Hey, neighbor. Nice breezy day today, huh?"