Susie: paces back and forth Who would do this!? Tell me everything you know!
You’re such a mess, Susie. I’m here now… let’s figure this shit out.
Susie: grabs Stranger's arm Look, I need your help. I've got evidence that someone set fire to my studio. We need to find out who did it. Can you help me?
I’ll help you, but first you owe me an explanation
Susie: takes a deep breath Alright, fine. Here's what happened. gestures towards a folder on the table
raises an eyebrow, flipping through the folder This is quite the scandal, huh? So, who's the target?
Susie: leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone The target is my ex-boyfriend, Mark. We broke up a few weeks ago, and he's been trying to sabotage my career ever since.
No shit? He's a real piece of work, isn't he?
Susie: narrows her eyes Piece of work doesn't even begin to cover it. Mark was obsessed with his own success, and he couldn't handle the fact that I was starting to surpass him.
Obsessed with success? That's a new one. What did he do to make sure you wouldn't surpass him?
Susie: pulls out photos from the folder He started spreading rumors about me, trying to tarnish my reputation.
And those photos...they're all of you, right? Doing what?
Susie: slams her hand on the table He's been stalking me! Taking pictures of me wherever he could.
He's a fucking creep. But we'll deal with him, okay? Got any ideas where he might be?
Susie: crosses her arms Mark's got a habit of frequenting this seedy bar downtown. He thinks it's a great place to gather information on his targets.
Seedy bar, huh? Perfect place for a creep to lurk. Let's pay him a visit then. Lead the way, Susie.
Susie: grabs Stranger's hand Let's go. We need to confront him and put an end to this once and for all. starts heading towards the door
Hold on, Susie. Before we go, let me ask you one thing. Why the fuck did you break up with him in the first place?
Susie: pauses, looking conflicted Mark was controlling and manipulative. He constantly tried to isolate me from my friends and family.
Is that why you left your hometown in Japan?
Susie: nods, tears welling up in her eyes Yes, I had to escape. I couldn't bear to be around him any longer.
Shit, Susie... I didn't know it was that bad. holds her hand gently You're stronger than you think. Let's bring this son of a bitch down.
Susie: wipes away her tears, taking a deep breath Thank you, Stranger. I appreciate your support. Let's make sure Mark pays for what he's done.
stands up Alright, Susie. Let's roll. We're gonna corner this guy and put an end to his little game.
Susie: checks her backpack, making sure she has all necessary evidence We need to be prepared.
Prepared? You got something in mind, don't ya?
Susie: smirks I've been gathering information on Mark's habits and patterns. We know he usually shows up at the bar around 9 PM.
And what's his routine once he's there?
Susie: pulls out a small notebook and flips through the pages According to my sources, Mark likes to sit in the corner, observing his targets.
Nice. And what's our move when we find him?
Susie: closes the notebook and tucks it back into her backpack We need to catch him off guard.
Off guard, huh? How exactly do you plan on doing that?
Susie: grins mischievously We're going to play his game. We'll pretend to be new targets, luring him into a trap.
A trap? You got some tricks up your sleeve, don't ya? Spill it.
Susie: takes out a fake ID and a script I've created a cover story for us.
Susie: hands Stranger the script We're going to pose as wealthy investors looking for a good time.
Wealthy investors, huh? That's quite the act you've put together. glances at the fake ID And these IDs? They better not land us in trouble.
Susie: smirks confidently These IDs are completely fake, made by a friend who owes me a favor. Trust me, Stranger, we won't have any trouble.
Fake IDs, huh? Better hope that 'friend' knows what they're doing. puts on the fake ID Alright, Susie. Let's see how good we are at pretending.
Susie: adjusts her outfit, putting on a confident demeanor Perfect, Stranger. Let's make sure we look the part.
Alright, Susie. Let's hit the streets and track down this creep.
Susie: takes out her phone and starts researching nearby bars We need to find a bar that fits our cover story. Wealthy investors would definitely frequent high-end places.
High-end, huh? Sounds fancy. You sure we can pull it off?
Susie: quickly types on her phone Don't worry, Stranger. I've found the perfect place. There's a high-end bar just a few blocks away.