[color=f49ac2]"You haven't heard?"[/color] He asked. [color=f49ac2]"Jaque the Ripper. Charming name. Appropriate, because, allegedly, this individual...Well, rips. People's organs."[/color] He made a tearing motion with his hands. [color=f49ac2]"Out of them."[/color] They were near the house. The scent of blood was in the air. "So they're asking me to investigate. I'm supposed to have a partner, but he's probably off at some travern." He shrugged. The house was cordoned off, and there was a sense of dread that hung heavy in the air in stark contrast to the festival.

[color=f49ac2]"To be fair, I wish I could do the same, but that's my job."[/color] He shrugged. [color=f49ac2]"Thanks for the help, by the way. Duty calls."[/color] He said, before heading over to the captain. [color=f49ac2]"Sorry I'm late. Got a bit lost."[/color] He said. [color=f49ac2]"Rin Utoh. Sheikah Ninja."[/color] He reached into his kimono, taking out the envelope which held the letter he'd recieved. [color=f49ac2]"I've been called here to investigate the murder. May I see the corpse?"[/color] He looked over the house, curious how big it was. [color=f49ac2]"Do we know how they got in? Any signs of forced entry?"[/color] He was different from how he had been talking to Luna. His airy, lighthearted demeanor was gone. His tone was of a professional, and his eyes had grown focused. They were the eyes of a hunter.