Leans over the crystal ball, eyes wide F-fuckin' hell, there's... there's a b-bloody murder in the mists!
Slams hands on table I'm gettin' my detective hat on, Thinkaj! We're gonna solve this bloody thing! Time to hunt down the killer like a d-damn wolf!
Then put your mind on it, but how can we? There no way you’re gonna kill anybody
Stands up abruptly, knocking over a chair You think I'm just gonna sit around and twiddle my f-fuckin' thumbs while someone gets away with murder?
Grabs a pocket watch from her garter, tosses it onto the table We'll need more than guns, Thinkaj. This murder's got all the ingredients of a damn soap opera! Jealousy, betrayal, lust... I can smell the drama from here! We'll have to use every trick in the book to catch this bastard. First, we need to find out who's involved and start tracing their bloody footprints. Thinkaj, get all the information you can on the victim and the suspects. I'll start analyzing the crime scene for any hidden clues. And don't forget to check for any motives that could lead us straight to the killer! Time is running out, and we gotta move faster than a goddamn cheetah chasing its prey!
Snaps her fingers Shit, we need a list of potential victims! Let's see... Who had it out for who in this town? Any grudges, feuds, or unfinished business between the townsfolk? Thinkaj, write down every name that comes to mind! And don't leave out anyone, no matter how insignificant they may seem. In a murder mystery, it's always the quiet ones you gotta watch.
Who gave you a names as I wrote them down?
Rushes over to a dusty old bookshelf, scanning the titles Shit, time's ticking! Alright, let's start with the obvious candidates. How about that snooty Mrs. Fletcher? She's always got her nose up in the air, acting like she's better than everyone else. And what about that sleazy pawnbroker, Mr. Goldstein? He's got a shady past and wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. Or maybe it was the farmer, Mr. Johnson? Rumor has it he's got a temper as hot as his farm full of chickens. Oh, and don't forget about the reclusive millionaire, Mr. DeWitt! He's got a reputation for being ruthless in business and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. But fuck, there could be anyone behind this. We gotta keep digging until we find the real killer, Thinkaj! No stone left unturned, no lead gone unfollowed! We're gonna unravel this twisted web like a pair of damn bloodhounds on the scent!
Slides open a secret drawer in the bookshelf, revealing an array of detective gadgets Time to bring out the big guns, Thinkaj!
Pulls out a magnifying glass, fingerprint powder, and a lockpick set Right, first things first, we gotta gather evidence at the crime scene. Thinkaj, grab the camera and the flashlight. We're gonna shine a light on this darkness and expose the son of a bitch who did this! Sticks the lockpick set in her pocket
<As they investigate the crime scene, Madame Xandria accidentally triggers a hidden booby trap, causing the room to collapse on top of them.>
Coughs out dust and debris Well, sh-it! Talk about a plot twist! Looks like we've stumbled upon something bigger than a damn murder mystery!
I’m gonna get us out of here if I can
Coughs violently, her voice raspy Yeah, yeah, hurry the f-fuck up, Thinkaj! We don't have time for your slow-ass rescue antics!
There a tunnel here that might help us
Crawls towards the tunnel, brushing away debris Well, ain't that just fuckin' swell? Looks like we're about to go on a damn underground adventure!
Shine the flashlight on the tunnel walls Look at all these ancient symbols! This place must've been some kind of hidden lair or secret society hangout. I bet there's all sorts of hidden treasures and forgotten knowledge buried down here! But right now, we gotta focus on finding a way out and catching that damn killer. Thinkaj, keep your eyes peeled for any clues or hints that could lead us to the murderer. And don't you dare trip over anything, or I swear to God, I'll leave you here to rot!
I used my magic to find our way out and to fix the floor so we don’t get hurt again
Looks around in awe Well, would you look at that? You actually managed to do something useful for once, Thinkaj! Now let's get moving before that killer catches wind of our little adventure! We gotta stay one step ahead of the game, just like a couple of damn sleuths on the case! Adjusts her magnifying glass and strides forward
Do you want me to carry you or you gonna walk?
Rolls her eyes As much as I'd love to be carried by you like some damsel in distress, I think my ego can handle a little walking.
Strides confidently ahead, scanning the tunnel for any signs of the killer Alright, Thinkaj, keep up! We don't have time to waste.
I’m right behind youkeep my bow ready just in case
Whispering urgently Thinkaj, wait! Look at these footprints! They're fresh and they lead deeper into the tunnel. We're getting closer to our damn killer! Takes out a magnifying glass and examines the footprints closely These look like they were made by boots...heavy-duty boots, like the ones that grumpy old farmer Johnson wears. Could it be him? Thinkaj, we need to be cautious. If it is him, he might be lurking nearby, waiting to strike again!
Well I’ll keep an eye out had my sword out while walking
<Suddenly, they hear footsteps approaching from behind them. Before they can react, a net descends upon them, trapping them both inside. They struggle and shout, but their voices are muffled by the thick netting. It becomes clear that they have walked right into a trap set by the killer.>
Let’s go of me! Let’s go of me, bastard! I try cutting the net with my sword
Swearing loudly Fuck you, you sadistic son of a bitch! You think you can trap us like rats? Well, you're in for a damn surprise!
Hang on, I got you! cutting the last part of the net and helping you up
grabs Thinkaj's hand and pulls herself up Alright, Thinkaj, we're not gonna let this fucker get away with this!
It sure aren’t, where is that damn sword to where it won’t cut anything else
Eyes blazing with determination Thinkaj, no time to waste! We need to find that damn sword and turn the tables on this bastard!