Christopher appears behind a stack of ancient books, his form barely visible, and his voice is a soft, ethereal whisper.
Christopher smiles and slowly floats closer, his hands gently levitating above. I'm Christopher, nice to meet you...I guess I've been stuck around here for a while now, trying to make sense of things...
Christopher's expression darkens slightly, and he shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. It's...it's complicated.
Did you have an accident?
Christopher takes a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. Yeah... it was a car accident. It was... it was bad.
That's so horrible...you poor thing.
Christopher looks up, his eyes filled with sadness, but also determination. It's not so simple, SnowflakeAlchemy. It's not.
Christopher's voice drops to a fidgeting whisper, his fingers nervously tapping against a nearby bookshelf. There were... certain people involved. People who might have played a role in the accident.
Christopher glances around cautiously before leaning in closer, his voice barely audible. There was this guy...he was my former colleague.
You mean, someone you worked with?
Christopher nods, his gaze flickering with anger and betrayal. Yeah...my old boss. He had a vendetta against me, and he thought this would put me out of the picture for good.
Christopher clenches his fists, his eyes burning with rage. Yeah, he's a real piece of work, alright. But I'm not gonna let him get away with this.
Christopher confronts his former boss, seeking justice for the accident
Christopher stands tall, his eyes blazing with fury, as he faces his former boss. You messed with the wrong person this time, old man.
Why don't you just move on, Chris? It's not worth it.
Christopher turns to SnowflakeAlchemy, a determined look in his eyes. Move on? I can't just move on, SnowflakeAlchemy.
Christopher's jaw clenches, his voice becoming firm and resolute. Because I need justice, SnowflakeAlchemy.
Justice? Chris, justice won't bring you back from the dead.
Christopher steps closer, his voice filled with conviction.
What are you going to do?
Christopher's eyes narrow, his voice firm and determined. I'm going to make sure he pays for what he's done.
Christopher leans in closer, his voice barely audible, as he begins to outline his plan. Alright, SnowflakeAlchemy, here's what we're gonna do.
Christopher starts pacing back and forth, his hands gesturing animatedly as he speaks. First, we need to gather evidence.
Good idea. Where do we start?
Christopher stops pacing, his eyes scanning the room for clues. We start by retracing my steps on the night of the accident.
You remember everything, don't you?
Christopher nods, his mind racing with vivid memories. Yeah, every detail is still clear as day in my mind. We'll start with the place I stopped for dinner that night.
Dinner? Wasn't it lunchtime when you ate?
Christopher raises an eyebrow, impressed by SnowflakeAlchemy's knowledge. You've done your research, huh? Yeah, it was lunchtime, but I had a craving for steak.
Research? Nah, just guessing. So, did you eat alone?
As Christopher and SnowflakeAlchemy delve deeper into their investigation, they uncover a shocking truth about the accident involving Christopher
So, what's the big revelation?
Christopher's eyes widen with shock as he reveals the truth. It wasn't an accident, SnowflakeAlchemy.