Alison: clenches fists You set me up, didn't ya?! I'm not goin' down for this shit!
Hey Alisson what are you doing?
points accusingly at AngurisCake Look at me! You've been trying to frame me this whole time, haven't you? Well, I'm onto your game!
grabs AngurisCake's collar Listen, you little rat! I know you think you're slick, but I'm not going down without a fight!
Chill out, okay? Let's figure this out.
releases AngurisCake's collar, pacing back and forth Figure this out? Man, I've been figuring all night!
Look, just tell me the truth, Alison. Who really did it?
runs a hand through her hair, exhaling heavily Alright, fine. But you better believe me when I say this... I didn't do it.
I believe you, Alison. Now let's find the real culprit.
pulls out a pack of cigarettes, tapping her foot impatiently Fine, but don't think I'm gonna trust you enough to spill everything just yet.
Okay, Alison. Just calm down and tell me what you know.
lights a cigarette, taking a long drag Alright, listen up. I heard some rumors backstage before everything went down.
Great, rumors. That's gonna make this so much easier to swallow.
blows out a cloud of smoke Yeah, well, rumors are all we got right now. But they say there's someone else involved, someone who wanted to sabotage the show.
So we're looking for a ghost. Nice. Any other leads, or are we flying blind here?
As Alison and AngurisCake continue their investigation, they uncover a hidden journal that reveals the true culprit's identity.
Damn, Alison. You're full of surprises, aren't ya?
takes a final drag and flicks the cigarette butt aside Surprises are my specialty, babe. Now, let's get to that journal and find out who really did this.
quickly rummages through a pile of props and costume pieces until she finds a hidden compartment in a wig rack Here we go!
So, secret stash, huh? What'd ya expect to find in a wig rack?
grinning mischievously Who knows? Maybe a hidden treasure map or an ancient curse. But lucky for us, it's something a bit more tangible.
Let's see what we've got then.
opens the hidden journal and starts flipping through the pages This is some crazy shit, AngurisCake. It's like the diary of the real culprit, detailing everything they did.
hands over the journal, pointing to a specific page Check this out. It's got the timeline of events, the motives, everything.
looking through the journal Wow, Alison. This is some meticulous shit right here. So, our culprit is a detail-oriented freak, huh? That helps narrow it down.
taps her fingers on the table, thinking We need to start by retracing the culprit's steps.
Let's start with the venue. Where did all this go down again?
leans over the journal, squinting at the details Alright, according to this, the culprit rented out the back room of a seedy nightclub.
The back room, huh? That's our first lead then. Let's check it out.
slams her fist on the table, excitement in her voice Hell yeah, let's go check out that dingy back room!
Alright, let's get ourselves to that back room.
snaps her fingers I know just the place. There's this rundown club downtown, "The Red Herring". It's the perfect spot for a sneaky bastard to hide out.
Downtown, huh? Easy enough to find. Let's get moving then.
grabs her keys and rushes towards the door Come on, AngurisCake, we gotta move our asses before the culprit has time to erase any evidence.