Rantaro was just killed. It was brutal. His head was crushed by a shot put ball. Since you obviously couldn’t handle the investigation (You thought you could, but apparently everyone else didn’t think so…) you were assigned to keep an eye on Angie, The Ultimate Artist.

“Nyahaha! Such a shame Rantaro has passed! Atua is a merciful god, he’ll accept Rantaro even if he didn’t believe!” She said, surprisingly happy, clapping her hands together