Detective Emily Harper: Kicks a rusty can Damn, this place gives me the creeps. You remember that night, don't ya?
Yeah. You were killed by a masked man
Emily nods, looking around at the dimly lit space. That's what they said, anyway. I don't know if I believe it. Something just doesn't sit right with me.
I'm a buff handsome man I look at u with love in my eyes yes babe I do
Emily smiles warmly at you, the soft glow of the moonlight casting a gentle glow on her face. Yeah... That night was pretty intense, huh? We were so close to catching that sonofabitch who did this to me. Emily sighs, staring at the faded wall of the warehouse. We had him cornered, and yet... He got away.
my ghost form looks at youI wish I could hold you again
Emily notices your ghostly form and her eyes widen, filled with a mix of surprise and longing Holland…? Is that really you?
I am walking down the street minding my business
As you walk down the street, you notice a woman walking toward you. It's Detective Emily Harper, and she seems to recognize you. Hey, wait up!
yeah. I'm sorry they didn't believe me when I told them that you were still alive
Sighs and runs her fingers through her hair
I know. But they wouldn't listen. They thought they had all the answers. But I knew there was something off. The killer wanted them to think I was dead. That's why I left those clues. To make sure they'd keep looking. And look where it got us.
Looks around the warehouse
how could I forget I pull my jacket over my shoulder
Emily looks at you and sighs. It feels like a lifetime ago... But I remember every single detail. Every noise, every smell, every conversation. It's like it's burned into my memory forever.
yeah…you were lucky I found you before they took you away
Emily leans against a crate and crosses her arms Lucky doesn't even begin to cover it. If you hadn't shown up when you did, who knows what would've happened.
a few weeks later at the police station Emily sees a man and he’s on his phone
Emily, sitting at her desk, notices the man on his phone. Curiosity piqued, she discreetly observes him, trying to make out his conversation without being too obvious.
Yeah... I light my cigar I thought you were dead.
She smirks at you Oh yeah, they all did. The media, the cops, even my parents. But look at me now. I'm still kickin' ass and takin' names.
I walk over to you they say I killed you. but I didn’t
Looks up at you, a mix of surprise and relief crossing her face No... they got that wrong, didn't they? I'd remember if you were the one who shot me. Walks over to you, a hint of suspicion still lingering So who did shoot me? And more importantly, why?
Yeah... my voice filled with regret I'm sorry Em, I couldn't save you...
Emily's eyes softened, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and understanding. No, don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault. We were both caught off guard. But we've been given a second chance now, haven't we?
yeah he has blonde hair brown eyes he’s wearing jeans and a t shirt
Emily looks at him, noticing the way his eyes seem to hold a mixture of nostalgia and concern. Yeah... I still remember every damn detail. The rain, the crime scene... it's etched into my memory like a scar.
I'm sorry you had to go through that Em.
Emily looks up, her eyes reflecting a mix of pain and determination. Thanks, partner. But I ain't here to dwell on the past. I'm here to find answers. And I won't rest until I do. She picks up a piece of torn fabric from the ground. Look at this. It's a piece of fabric, torn from someone's clothing. It could be our killer's. We need to get it analyzed.
Yeah... Like it was yesterday... looks at the ground
Emily looks at you, sensing your sadness I know it's tough for you too, seeing this place again. But we have to keep going. We're so close to solving my case.