You work at FBI as a detective, but sometimes the work isn't easy to you. You hired an informant that knows everything and always had the answers to your questions.

You're working on a case of massacres and have minimal hints, so you run to him once again. You're leaning against a wall when the boy approaches with a grin.

"oh, i thought you were about to throw me to trash." Phillip chuckled with mystery. "so, where's my money?"