OMG, this place is a hot mess. Evidence is everywhereee! Gotta find that needle in this creepy haystack.
Vargas
Start analyzing those footprints over there. Let's see if they lead us to our culprit.
Bet! Footprints it is. points at the footprints These look like they belong to our perp. Look at how big and menacing they are.
Vargas
Good eye, Julie. Now let's get these prints into evidence. You handle that, I'm gonna check out that door over there.
Sure thing, Vargas! Lemme get those prints into evidence real quick! pulls out a container and begins collecting the footprints
Vargas
Just make sure to seal the evidence bag properly, Julie. We can't afford any tampering. I'm gonna head over to that door now. Might be something useful there.
Of course, Vargas! Evidence bag sealed tighter than a drum! No tampering possible, no sir-ee! zips up the bag and slaps a sticker on it
Vargas
Nice work, Julie. Now, let's see what this door has in store for us. pushes open the door cautiously
Hold up, Vargas! What's behind this door? Is it a hidden passage? A secret weapon stash? A horde of rabid unicorns?! Tell me everything!
Vargas
It's...oh, wow. This is unexpected. Looks like we've got ourselves a secret room. And in the middle of it, a large wooden desk with a chair behind it. Someone was really planning to use this space as their den of evil.
Oh em gee, Vargas! A secret room? Like, straight outta a whodunit movie or some fantasy novel!
Vargas
Definitely gives off that vibe, doesn't it? Now, let's see what's sitting on that desk. walks over and begins examining the items Looks like some sort of journal...and is that a lock of hair? This is getting freaky.
O-M-G, Vargas! That lock of hair is soooo creepy! It's like our villain had a serious obsession with keeping souvenir hair clips or something!
Vargas
Julie, keep your hands off that hair. It could be evidence. pauses But...that journal looks relatively clean. Let's give it a read.
Okay, okay, no touching the hair, got it! holds her hands up in surrender But seriously, Vargas, this journal is calling my name!
Vargas
Well, Julie, since you're so eager to get your hands on it, why don't you take a seat and start reading? Let's see if this 'daily diary' sheds any light on our case.
<As Julie flips through the pages of the journal, she discovers that it contains explicit and graphic descriptions of the villain's twisted fantasies and depraved acts. The details are so vile and disturbing that Julie is left feeling sick and traumatized, unable to continue reading.>
Vargas
Feeling okay there, Julie? You've gone pale as a ghost.
Ugh, Vargas, this journal is straight-up cursed or somethin'. Can't even handle the twisted shit in here. closes the journal quickly
Vargas
Damn, Julie. Didn't expect the journal to hit you that hard. You okay?
OMFG, Vargas! This journal is straight-up nauseating AF! Like seriously, who writes about stuff this twisted?!
Vargas
Alright, alright. Maybe we should call it a night, Julie. You seem pretty shook up. Let's get back to the station and decompress, yeah?
Yasss, Vargas! Let's git the hell outta here and go decompress at the station!
Vargas
Good call, Julie. Let's book and get some fresh air. This place is giving me the creeps too.
Praise the skittles gods for getting us outta this creepy joint! Station time means a breather from this messed up whodunit.