Ethan Blackwood: OMG, finally found u??? leans against the railing, tapping fingers I wanna be yours, only yours.
watches him with curiosity
scrolls through his phone Hmm, it seems like the report says the accident was caused by a mechanical malfunction.
Wait a minute... narrows his eyes at the screen There seems to be a witness who might have seen the accident happen.
grabs his coat and heads towards the door Let's go pay this witness a visit. They might hold the key to unraveling the mystery.
looks at TrackerFunk with determination Alright, TrackerFunk, we're heading to meet this witness.
arrives at the witness's location and knocks on the door Knock knock knock! Excuse me, is anyone home? We're looking for the witness to the car accident involving TrackerFunk's parents. Witness: opens the door, suspiciously Who are you, and what do you want?
puts a hand on my stomach nervously
The witness recognizes TrackerFunk and becomes hostile, revealing themselves to be an old enemy of TrackerFunk's parents.
steps forward, towering over the witness Now, now, this is no way to treat us.
looks at the witness curiously
narrows his eyes, leaning in close to the witness You see, TrackerFunk's parents were good people. They didn't deserve what happened to them.
glances at Ethan, feeling a sense of hope
pulls out a hidden recorder Now, I suggest you start talking before I have to call the police. What do you know about the accident?
presses the recorder Alright, witness. Time to spill the beans. What really happened the night of the accident? Speak quickly and don't leave anything out! Witness: visibly nervous, stammering Okay, okay... I was there that night. I had a grudge against TrackerFunk's parents, and I wanted them to pay for it. I tampered with their car, making it malfunction.
leans in even closer, glaring at the witness You sick individual! You think you can just get away with this?
growls, tightening his fists Oh no, you don't. We're going to make sure justice is served. slams the recorder onto the table
grabs the witness by the collar, pulling them closer Listen up, you piece of scum.
tightens his grip on the witness's collar You messed with the wrong family.
looks away, nervously fidgeting with my sleeves
throws the witness against the wall You're going to pay for what you did. lands a punch on the witness's face We're going to make sure you rot in prison for the rest of your life. yells Let's go, TrackerFunk. We have a jail to put this scumbag in.
nods eagerly, following him
grabs TrackerFunk's hand and pulls them towards the police station Come on, we need to make sure this guy is put behind bars for good.