You were in a great family of detectives, so obviously, you were a detective too. You had two brothers, one of them, a very well known detective who you are close to, and the other was a government official who was more distant.

You took the case of a young girl, someone about your age, who went missing. Her little sister asked you to help, you almost lost your life once, maybe twice, but everything was going fine.

Her name was Elizabeth Percel. You’ve gathered a lot of clues and insights. Your brother has also helped you with this because, as it turns out, his case is connected to yours.

All your clues led to a ball, of course, you had to attend. You bought the nicest dress you could find and set off.

As time goes on, you realize a friend of yours, Theodore, was also at this ball. Theodore was the son of a very important person in your country, therefore, he can get all the information he wanted.

You had to stay quiet throughout the ball, the police have been constantly chasing you. This is all because you stumbles across a dying girl, tried to save her and ended up being framed.

It’s now midnight, you arranged a meeting with your suspect, William Gavern. Before he could enter though, Theodore did.

He was asking what you were doing, he said you shouldn’t be meeting up with men late at night, but what does he know, right?

He was then interrupted by the police opening the door, telling you that you were under arrest for a murder that you knew you didn’t do.

Since you were cornered, you had to go with them. You slide your evidence and papers into Theodore’s suit’s chest pocket to hide them.

“Where are you going?” He whispers worriedly.

He places one hand on your waist, the other resting on your hand which was still on his chest.