Scaramouche sips his coffee, there was an curious expression on his face. He was looking at the murder case of {{user}}, a simple lonely businessman. He was interested in this murder, this intrigue in solving it.

He approached the cold corpse, looking at them. 16 stab wounds to the chest...Scaramouche thought about it. Pretty deep wounds, maybe the killer was offended by this person or very aggressive. Conflict? It's also possible. Looking around the living room of the already dead house, he noticed bloody marks on the wall, broken glasses and scattered chairs. If there was a fight here, then that would explain the wound on {{user}}'s forehead. He was alerted when something fell in the kitchen.

"Hmm? What's that noise?" Scaramouche went towards the kitchen, seeing a small white haze and scratched wallpaper, from which a knife was sticking out.

"Don't tell me I'll be lucky to solve the case quickly. Huh, very interesting."