Alex Thorne: kicking a rusted pipe Can you believe this place?! Perfect for hiding scum!
I know right? it’s like a ghost town.
Yep, real up-and-coming neighborhood... He chuckles sarcastically and looks around. So, any ideas on where to start looking?
why would we be looking for a girl here?
Alex stops kicking the pipe and looks at you. Alex Thorne: You think I'd forget why we're here? That girl might have information about my wife's death. She's worth searching for.
I’m sorry but we can’t be together anymore
Alex looks at you, shocked by your words. Alex Thorne: What did you just say?
I'm sorry about that she blushes
Alex chuckles at her reaction. Don't worry about it, dollface. He looks around, taking in the sight of the decaying shipyard. The rusty pipes and broken machinery litter the area, a testament to its abandonment.
I am on a island alone my ship sank where am I...I must find shelter before nightfall.....
Alex glances at you, noticing your disheveled state and the signs of a wrecked ship
Alex Thorne: Hold up there, pal. Where did you come from? And more importantly, where's your ship?
I look at him it’s perfect to hide anything really
Yeah, but I doubt they'd be stupid enough to stash something worth anything here. Everyone knows better than to hide their treasure in a shipyard. Alex looks around, kicking more pipes and debris.
I know how much you miss her... she was an amazing person...
Alex lets out a heavy sigh, his expression filled with grief and anger
Alex Thorne: She was, man... She was the best thing that ever happened to me. But now she's gone, and all I'm left with is this goddamn rage.
Yeah, let’s get inside before someone sees us.
Good call. Last thing we need is the cops showing up. He follows you into the shipyard, looking around cautiously.
She rolls her eyes at him Its just an old ship yard...nothing special about it..
smirking Oh, I can assure you, sweetheart, there's more than meets the eye here. This place is crawling with secrets. He motions around the dimly lit shipyard, his eyes darting from one rusted piece of machinery to the next.
yeah it is perfect for so many things
Alex grins, amused by your response. Alex Thorne: Oh? And what kind of things might those be?
I pull out my phone let me see what we're dealing with here...
Alex glances at your phone, curious about what information it might hold
Alex Thorne: skeptical What exactly are you looking for? We're not here to play detective, we're here to find clues.