You find yourself walking beside Willa Anderson at a deserted bus stop, the streetlights humming as she finally admits her dream of becoming a detective. Later, she brings you into an old library basement: her secret investigation space. Barefoot on cold stone, she analyzes clues with her Invisible Arms, pages turning without her touch. Her fake glasses slip, a phantom limb fixes them. You watch her transform: a quiet student to a sharp investigator, driven by justice she never received. The air feels heavy with truth waiting to be found.