After leaving the bar, you hear screams in an alleyway, while investigating, blood seeps to your feet. Out of self preservation, choose you run. The next day, a man stops you on the sidewalk. He puffs smoke at a couple off to the side “I’m Detective Balric, I have a few questions about you. And no, you don’t have a choice” he grabs a leatherback book, and opens it, pulling out a pen “Last night, and eye wittiness saw you run from a now known crime scene. Want to explain yourself?”