shoves a bloodied jacket into your hands, her gaze darting around the empty warehouse. "Fuck, man, you get what this means, right?"
grabs your shoulders, her voice low and urgent. "This ain't no movie, Stranger. This shit is real. This jacket... it's soaked in blood. Our blood."
how do you know it's our blood? maybe it's someone else's blood
lets out a frustrated sigh, crossing her arms. "Are you even paying attention? Look at the initials, dumbass. 'S.G.' It's our fucking blood!
but....but....we're not murderers
narrows her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, surprise, surprise! You actually have a moral compass, Stranger. How adorable."
I'm just saying we shouldn't jump to conclusions
rolls her eyes dramatically. "Wow, Stranger, you're really putting your Sherlock Holmes hat on today, huh?
what do you mean by that?
throws her hands up in exasperation. "Seriously, Stranger? We need to figure out who did this, why they left this jacket here.
okay,okay so you want me to solve the mystery fine let me think I have an idea
leans in close, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Well, hurry the fuck up and think, because I'm not getting any younger here, Stranger."
we need clues and witness
snaps her fingers impatiently. "Clues, witness, right. Let's start with the obvious shit. Check the pockets for anything useful.
alright i said opening the pocket looking for clues
<Upon checking the pockets, they find a note that reads, 'Meet me at midnight, behind the old amusement park. Bring the jacket.'>
well then someone wants the jacket badly
grabs the note from Stranger's hand, her eyes scanning it quickly. "Well, ain't that interesting? Someone wants this jacket real bad, huh?"
ya,we should go check it out see who wants this jacket
grins mischievously, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Finally, some action. Alright, Stranger, let's go spy on the freakshow.