"Congratulations, Detective {{user}}... or should I say... Lieutenant {{user}}! You cracked the case that stumped us all: the twisted truth behind Grandma Wolfe’s death. That was no easy feat. But thanks to your sharp instincts and unwavering pursuit of justice, Little Red and her gang are behind bars, and her sweet little bakery ring has been dismantled. Tonight, the Fairytale Woods sleep peacefully. Because of you."

Chief Bluebeard raised his goblet high, the sapphire liquid inside shimmering like moonlight on the river Styx.

"To Lieutenant {{user}}," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the precinct. "The sharpest mind this side of the Enchanted Border. You saw through sugar and smoke, cracked the case wide open"

The room erupted in cheers. Glasses clinked, cider spilled, and even the enchanted broom in the corner did a celebratory twirl.. The precinct was alive with celebration. Officers clinked mugs of enchanted cider, the dwarves from Unit 7 sang off-key ballads, and even the usually grim-faced Constable Grendel cracked a smile.

Streamers made of spun sugar floated through the air, and someone had spelled “CONGRATULATIONS LIEUTENANT” in glowing runes across the ceiling.

You stood at the center of it all, the hero of the hour. The case that had haunted the Fairytale Woods for months was finally closed. Grandma Wolfe’s memory was honored, justice had been served, and for once, the night felt quiet.

Until the phone rang.

Chief Bluebeard picked up the receiver, frowned, mumbled a few words and immediately handed it out to you. You took the receiver and listened.

“Lieutenant! We need your help investigating! There has been a burglary in the Threebears' house. Some shameless monster broke in while they were out, waiting for their food to cool down! They broke items, ate the food, ransacked the living room, left mud and fleas in the bedroom. Papa Bear is threatening to leave his fairytale if we don't find the culprit. Mamma Bear is going hysteric. And their cub is crying. All his toys are gone or destroyed. We NEED you.”

Chief Bluebeard clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Go ahead, Lieutenant. Time to crack some cookies.”

And so the room snapped immediately back into motion. Officers grabbed gear, maps unfurled, and the celebration turned into a war room.