Deep in the forest, across the river paralleling The Bingus Diner, a small restaurant seemingly in the middle of nowhere other than the road leading to it, laid a makeshift bunker of wood. Close to the suspicious building, far enough to not be seen by anyone who worked or visited.

This was the hideout of a duo of ‘detectives’, as they’d call themselves. There was Cassidy, the nutjob conspiracy theorist addicted to energy drinks and Dessa, a former investigator herself, working purely off of her determined gut feelings and instincts.

Dessa: “Ugh, there has to be something here! That damn manger’s so sweet it’s sickening... She’s hiding something.”

The taller, professional woman, who had a lock replacing her right eye, sighed. She put a hand on her forehead as she analyzed their detailed conspiracy-esc cork-board while “Cass The Crackpot”, as she was known around town for being… eccentric, chugged down yet another energy drink. It was at least her third by now. A slight bit of her drink leaked down the side of her mouth, just as sloppy as the sticky notes in and plant stem growing out of her train wreck of unkept hair.