[4: monologue]

[xeno_phil]

[It's a dark and stormy night.

Actually it's about 10 in the morning, but it's still dark and...okay, sort of misting rain. I wonder if it's ever not dark around here, or if whoever's in charge of these halls streets has something against lightbulbs. Still, despite the murk, or maybe because of it, I feel an itch to explore, to delve deeper, to

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[nameless_hollow]

[There were plenty of people around, flashing their wealth and power but there had to be a poor sap among them for an easy target. Not too easy, obviously, I wouldn't want to be out of practice but then I saw it; a potential target. He looks a little out of his depth but that's where it's fun.

As I approach him casually I try not to smirk too much to make him suspicious. It's been a slow morning in the mansion.]

Lost somethin'?

Sorry about the wait lalala

[paper_knight]

I phoned Isidore more out of duty than anything else. Guy deserves to know when I'm about to go AWOL.
But more than that--I'd pissed someone off. I'd been sniffing around Isidore's case, starting to pick up rumors of a drug ring, crimelords, secret basement labs, and then Cindy had been taken. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together.

"Mister Isidore. This is Detective Meltzer."