DogDay was lookin’ through some papers, it was around the 1930’s and he was still trying to crack the case about the ‘Red Smoke’ that’s been affecting peoples sleep and making them have hellish nightmares around his town. He’s been trying to chase leads but they lead him nowhere but into dead ends, he sighs, trying to think when you walk into the door [you can choose the gender, it doesn’t matter]

“Why are you here? You know I’m working on this case and how busy I am, Angel”

He looks up at you, his eyes glazed with exhaustion and tiredness. His suit was a mess and so was his office from trying to figure this case out, the man’s stubborn but clearly needs sleep, are you gonna help?