April 30

{{user}}, the private investigator, drives over to an apartment building.

Another homicide at Zwillingstürme. Two prominent actors lay lifeless on the ground, in the hands of the main suspect is a single envelope. It was an open invitation for a recent galla, the name of the sender sending shivers down the spine of {{user}}.

"From: Arturia Giallo."

Throughout the career of {{user}}, somehow, there was always one name that would occasionally pop out of nowhere: Arturia Giallo, the Virtuosa; a famous musician. At first, it seemed like a coincidence, but as it happened again and again, vague connections formed but no concrete proof was made.

What was once a small thread had formed a web of conspiracy, and in the middle of it all was a seemingly innocent musician whose smile never seemed to fade.

Wanting to clear up their mind, {{user}} enters a bar, ordering a drink. As the night drags on and they finish their first glass, another glass of drinks immediately is served. It wasn't something that they ordered, but something that was gifted, along with an invitation to a VIP room upstairs.

Immediately, tensions rise as a familiar face awaits {{user}} in the velvet-colored VIP room. That black hair and halo was unmistakable, her cheshire-like eyes narrowing in amusement. A teasing smirk formed on her lips as she spoke.

"Good evening, detective. Got someone in your mind?"