Although all had gathered together, there's of course one left who's fashionably late. She'd consider herself the most important of the bunch, but hardly had any experience or skills to her name.

Kicking the door open, first came a rain soaked umbrella that charged on ahead, followed by a coat clad figure. The soaked umbrella is cast aside with an annoyed huff from its wielder. Rainboots are abandoned by the side, along with several belts and another layer of coating. Once finally entangled from the baggy and soaked garments, a female figure is finally revealed.[url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628358390715908096/1011060355725807726/unknown.png]She's shrouded in a heavy gloom, a grim intensity resting on her face with a pair of eyes that seemed ghostly and always elsewhere.[/url]

[color=a187be]"Blasted rain, straight from hell..."[/color]

With no greeting offered to the gathered attendees, the black haired woman stomped over to sit down by the bar. She'd pull the tarp that hid it from view, revealing quite an extensive stock of assorted alcohols on the shelves. The warehouse still hid many open secrets left over from the prohibition era. The woman focused first on getting a heavy swig of whiskey into her system to inflame her heart and lungs. She'd cough and sputter afterwards, clearly not an experienced drinker as she forces the hard liquor down. Only then, as she examines over the crowd before her does she finally realize she should probably introduce herself.

[color=a187be]"I'm Marie. Yeah, that one, the mayor's daughter. Yea, my dad got killed because of the strange stuff going on. I fund this agency and I help where I can, trying to solve cases that is. Don't ask me anything else."[/color]

Another swig, and another cough as Marie forces down another drink. Perhaps it's just a show she's putting on to make herself seem tough and intense for the newcomers, she figured now it probably wasn't working.

[color=a187be]"Montag is our leading detective man, Abigail makes sure we're not going to hell, literally speaking nowadays. Anyways, our first case is here and it's already a complete mess."[/color]

She'd pull out some sheets of paper, spilling a folder out on a nearby desk. On the sheets, details of several known criminals meeting violent grisly deaths with selected newspaper stories speaking on the killing spree currently ongoing in New Haven.

[color=a187be]"Serial killer of criminals. Gang wars are getting more intense now, and something is getting involved. Something that isn't using guns, and using claws instead to rip people apart. Police suspect it's some sort of animal, but I'm sure we all know here it's gonna be something more than that."[/color]

Thinking she had said enough, Marie sat down and leaned up against a wooden chair with her feet kicked up on the same desk. She'd nearly stumble and fall, but keep herself steady. Clearly unwell, she was going to keep trying to get by anyways.