In San Guimeras, things had been quiet again lately.... The catastrophe in Seutbel was of course not forgotten.... For now, the area was closed off. The government compensated the victims.... But not everyone.
Rosalie: "What?!"
Hans: "The government only compensated the rich. Those from the middle class.... only got a tent...."
Sophie: "They can't be serious.... So the rich are more important than the poor?"
Fiona: "Hahhh.... What did Minerv say?"
Hans: "She decided that we should take care of them.... Not only us, but the Dark Umbrella in general.... We bought houses for them.... but.... Unfortunately, we can't give something to everyone.... so we were only able to help 30 percent of the victims."
Sophie: "Ghhh...."
Hans: "The government has already started working on it and promised that these people will also be compensated...."
Fiona: "It's cold outside...."
Sophie: "Yeah, it's winter.... There are children outside."
Hans: "That's true. It's cold."
Sophie: "Hahh."
Fiona: "Hmmm...."
Hans: "They have already started compensating the middle class.... but.... they don't have enough money."
Sophie: "That.... well.... You have to admit, the city is huge.... I.... don't know if I can blame them, but why start with the rich?"
Siegfried: "Hmm."
Fiona: "The higher the rank, the more priorities.... It's simple, Sophie.... That's how the government thinks.... Who can be more useful? The business owners.... or the poor people who work for them?"
Sophie: "Hahh...."
Hans: "Anyway.... We have an important task.... Veronica Silva's daughter, a politician.... was found dead today."
Sophie: "Ugh.... What?"
Fiona: "Hmm?"
Hans: "Exactly.... She was found on the floor with very little clothing on.... Her maid was also found dead after a fall.... She suffered serious injuries and died on the way to the hospital...."
Sophie: "Ugh...."
Fiona: "Let me guess. You think about something?"
Hans: "Hmmm.... Indeed.... What do you think?"
Fiona: "Hahhh.... Sophie.... Do you think it was the Hunters? You said they seem to be targeting politicians.... You found that out through The Finger."
Sophie: "Yeah.... He didn't say it directly.... but the woman he shot yesterday was also a politician.... And.... as it turns out.... it was Veronica."
Fiona: "Ugh.... Really?"
Sophie: "Yeah...."
Hans: "Go to her.... She lives in the capital, Vitoria.... near the harbor."
Sophie: "Okay."
Hans: "Only the two of you will go."
Sophie: "Oh.... okay."
Fiona: "Okay."
Sophie: "I'll get the car ready."
Fiona: "Sure."
Sophie: "Can you please take my bag with you?"
Fiona: "Sure."
Sophie: "Okay."
She left already.
Hans: "But one more thing. Be careful.... By the way, here are the photos of the victims."
Fiona: "Hmm.... Thank you."
Hans: "I'm counting on you."
Fiona: "Okay."
Rosalie: "Be careful."
She left and took Sophie's bag with her.
Hans: "Hmm."
Fiona: "Goodbye."
Hans: "Goodbye."
(Even minutes later)
Sophie: "Hmmm.... Oh.... What's wrong with the car.... Man!"
Fiona: "Hey, Sophie."
Sophie: "Hey.... Can you quickly give me that tool, please?"
Fiona: "Sure. Here you go."
Sophie: "Thanks."
(Click!)
Sophie: "Ugh.... Finally finished."
Fiona: "I always forget that you're good at working with your hands."
Sophie: "Ugh.... Hahaha.... I like doing stuff like this.... So, oh.... My bag."
Fiona: "Here."
Sophie: "Thank you.... Hmm.... Are these the photos of the victims?"
She took them.
Sophie: "Oh...."
Fiona: "Hmmm.... Very brutal."
Sophie: "Yeah."
Veronica's daughter was lying on the floor, restrained, with many injuries on her body.
Sophie: "But what disturbs me is.... that.... Who the hell would do something like this?"
Fiona: "Hmmm.... Yeah, I see what you mean.... Her back was severely injured."
Sophie: "Whoever did this.... must have enjoyed it...."
Fiona: "Hmm.... How about this.... You go to Veronica first, and I'll examine the body?"
Sophie: "Oh.... sure.... The morgue is close to Veronica's place anyway.... All right, get in."
Fiona: "Yes."
Sophie: "Hmm."
They got into the car.
Sophie: "So.... Back to work again.... Hahhh...."
Fiona: "Hmm?"
Sophie: "Good.... Let's go."
They drove off.
Sophie: "You really think she would tell us why someone would do something like this to her and her family?"
Fiona: "No idea.... Rich people are often strange.... Anyway.... We don't have a choice."
Sophie: "Okay.... But.... why don't you want to be there from the beginning?"
Fiona: "Because I'm unfortunately not good at saying things like 'my condolences' or something.... Besides, I have to examine the body."
Sophie: "Yeah.... Do you think.... they suffered? I mean, the people who were killed.... did they suffer?"
Fiona: "Hahh.... It depends.... If it really was the Hunters, then I assume it was probably Joker.... and.... if that's true.... then they.... most likely suffered a lot."
Sophie: "Hahh.... But why the maid?"
Fiona: "Joker kills anyone who gets in her way.... She is even willing to kill children.... This woman.... is simply not like The Finger.... He may be a Hunter.... but.... he has his limits."
Sophie: "I wonder why he works for her.... Sure, he may also be a criminal.... but he thinks differently from her.... Could it also have been Eliska.... or Undertaker?"
Fiona: "Undertaker is possible.... Eliska, however.... wouldn't simply kill someone's daughter like that.... The girl wasn't even 16."
Sophie: "Hmmm.... True.... It says here.... she turned.... 15 yesterday.... Huhhh.... She was murdered on her birthday."
Fiona: "That really sounds like Joker, doesn't it?"
Sophie: "Yeah.... Only she.... would think of something so monstrous.... Good.... here's the morgue."
She stopped.
Sophie: "Take care of yourself."
Fiona: "Sure. You too."
Sophie: "Okay.... I'll see you at Veronica's.... Don't take too long."
Fiona: "Mhm."
Sophie: "Okay, see you soon."
She drove away.
(Beep)
Fiona: "Hahh.... Good...."
She went inside.
Guard: "Hey.... What do you want here, young lady?"
Fiona: "I'm a detective.... I want to examine the victims.... Veronica's daughter and her maid."
Guard: "Hahhh.... Okay.... Come with me."
She followed him. The daughter was named Angelika.... She was actually a very loving woman.... And Veronica is considered one of the few politicians who is respected and is even loved by the poor."
Fiona: "Hmmm."
Guard: "Here."
He showed her the room. She went inside while he watched.
Guard: "I'll leave now. I don't want to see this."
Fiona: "Sure, no problem."
Guard: "Okay."
He closed the door.
Fiona: "So...."
She took the blanket.
Fiona: "....mmmm.... bbbb...."
She covered her mouth.
Fiona: "(....ahh.... this looks even worse than in the photos....)"
Her back had been severely injured. The girl had her eyes and mouth wide open, with tears still on her cheeks.
Fiona: "Hmm."
She wiped away the tear.
Fiona: "....Damn you.... Joker.... Good.... I'll examine you now."
She looked at the hands.
Fiona: "Hmmm.... One finger is missing.... but.... why does it look like it was cut with something else.... No.... bitten off?"
She looked at her stomach.
Fiona: "Hmmm."
She pressed on it.
Fiona: "....Empty.... She probably hadn't eaten anything for a while.... But she has a serious wound here...."
She turned her over so that her back could be seen.
Fiona: "Haaahhh.... How horrible."
The injuries were severe enough that the underlying structure could be seen.
Fiona: "Hmm.... How was this done.... The skin doesn't look like it was simply torn.... Hm?.... In the middle, it seems she was struck by something.... Hmm.... Hmm?.... This reminds me of a movie.... I understand.... She was hit with something in the middle.... This thing opened against her body and caused the wound.... Hmm?.... Wait.... She has something in her mouth."
She took it out. It was a piece of paper.
Fiona: "Hmm.... There's something written on it.... Happy Birthday.... Angelika.... This is truly sick."
She closed her mouth and gently stroked her head.
Fiona: "....You didn't deserve this.... No child deserves something like this.... No matter where they come from or what family they belong to...."
She gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Fiona: "I hope you can find peace now.... Angelika.... I'll do my best to make Joker pay for this.... Hmm?.... The maid is here.... But she died from a fall, didn't she?"
She went over to the maid. She was covered. Fiona took the blanket away.
Fiona: "Hmmm.... She was thrown.... She didn't die immediately according to the report...."
She smelled her mouth.
Fiona: "....That smells strange...."
She opened her mouth and carefully checked inside. She took something out. It was vegetables.
Fiona: "Vegetables?.... Did she vomit while she was in the hospital.... This must have been extremely painful.... She had suffered a lot before she died.... Her stomach was full, and at the same time, she had suffered a serious injury from the fall.... She must have been sick because of it.... My goodness.... Joker.... How can someone enjoy doing things like this so much?"
She gently touched her cheek.
Fiona: "....And you were only a simple maid.... Hahhh.... I hope you can rest in peace.... Hmm?"
She found a photo. She picked it up.
Fiona: "Huh?.... Is that her son?.... Or her brother?.... It says.... 'I love you, dear sister.... From Bernardo. Take care of yourself, Elis....'"
She placed the photo on the table.... but then picked it up again.
(Crash)
Fiona: "I'll take it with me.... He deserves to know.... People will probably only care about a maid at the very end.... or not at all."
She made her way out.
Fiona: "Good.... Back to Sophie."
(Meanwhile)
Sophie: "Hahh...."
Butler: "She is sleeping right now.... Should I wake her?"
Sophie: "....Hmm?"
Butler: "If you are in a hurry."
Sophie: "No, it's okay...."
Butler: "Here, I made some coffee."
Sophie: "Thank you very much."
He walked away.
Sophie: "Hmmm...."
(Radio!)
Sophie: "Hmm?"
Fiona: "Sophie?"
Sophie: "Oh.... Fiona.... And?"
Fiona: "I'm coming to you.... And is she already there?"
Sophie: "Nope.... She's still sleeping. How was it?"
Fiona: "Horrible.... Both of them suffered a lot.... This is the worst condition of a body I've ever seen in my life."
Sophie: "Ughhh...."
Fiona: "It really was Joker.... There was a piece of paper in the girl's mouth. It said 'Happy Birthday.... Angelika.' That's what the girl was called."
Sophie: "Yeah.... Sounds like Joker...."
Fiona: "If she's sleeping, can you please open the door for me so I don't wake her?"
Sophie: "Hmm?"
Butler: "I'll do it."
He opened the door.
Butler: "Come in, miss."
Fiona: "Hmm?.... Thank you very much."
Sophie: "Psst, Fiona, over here."
She went over to her.
Sophie: "Are you okay?"
Fiona: "I don't know.... Really...."
Sophie: "Hmmm."
Butler: "I'll make you some coffee."
Sophie: "Wait, hehe, that's not necessary. She doesn't like coffee."
Butler: "Oh.... Tea?"
Sophie: "Hmm.... Yeah...."
Fiona: "Thank you very much."
Butler: "Sure.... With sugar?"
Sophie: "Yes."
He walked away.
Sophie: "Huh?"
Fiona: "I.... find it strange that you know so much.... Why did you answer when he asked me?"
Sophie: "You're too shy.... I know that.... hehe."
Fiona: "(blushes).... Mmm."
Sophie: "Ohhh.... You're completely red."
Fiona: "Hmm...."
Sophie: "Hehehe...."
Butler: "Here you go."
Fiona: "Ugh.... Thank you."
He walked away.
Sophie: "That guy is fast."
Fiona: "Yeah."
Sophie: "Yeah, whatever."
Butler: "If you need anything, I'm here."
Sophie: "Yeah, hehe.... Thank you.... My goodness."
(Several hours later)
Sophie: "Hahhh.... How much longer?"
Fiona: "Hahh."
Sophie: "Hmm?"
Veronica: "Hello.... Sorry for making you wait."
Sophie: "Oh."
They both stood up.
Sophie: "No problem, miss.... Veronica.... We are.... sorry.... about your daughter."
Fiona: "My.... condolences...."
Veronica: "(sobbing).... Yes.... thank you very much.... Really."
Sophie: "Miss.... Veronica.... We are from the Dark Umbrella. We are detectives.... We have some questions."
Veronica: "Of course.... Ask whatever you need."
Sophie: "Is there a reason why you are being followed.... Do you have something important?"
Veronica: "Huh?"
Sophie: "Hmm.... Well.... Yes.... I'm afraid you are being targeted."
Fiona: "A group called the Hunters seems to be after you.... Probably because of something...."
Veronica: "Hmm?...."
Sophie: "They used to be called.... the Dark Officers."
Veronica: "Huh!"
She dropped the glass.
(Crash!)
Veronica: "No.... Impossible.... Did.... they.... kill my daughter?"
Sophie: "....Ugh.... Yes...."
Veronica: "Hahh...."
Fiona: "Do you have something that could be putting you in danger?"
No.... Ugh.... Wait.... Yes.... Please.... I have documents.... About them.... Maybe that's the reason.... My brother used to work for the scientists who carried out these experiments.... Shortly before his death.... he gave them to me.... I.... I shouldn't have taken them.... My.... poor daughter.... she said.
Sophie: "Ugh.... Miss Veronica...."
Sophie gently touched her shoulder.
Sophie: "....Hahhh...."
Fiona: "Hmm.... (She didn't deserve this.... Veronica is one of the few politicians who is even popular among the poor.... She has done a lot for them....)"
Veronica: "....Please tell me.... my daughter didn't suffer.... Please.... tell me my daughter wasn't in pain."
Sophie: "Well.... uh.... hahh...."
She held Sophie by the shoulder.
Sophie: "Ugh.... Uh.... mmmm...."
Fiona: "She died from an injury to her back."
Sophie: "Huh?"
Veronica: "Ugh.... Please...."
Sophie: "Uh...."
Fiona: "An injury to her back.... Whether she died quickly or not.... We don't know, Miss Veronica.... But her maid suffered greatly before she died."
Veronica: "Wait.... She's dead too.... Huh.... Oh no.... Then.... then I understand even less.... Why?"
Sophie: "Uh?"
Veronica: "....Hahhh.... Junior.... Please.... Give all of my servants and butlers two months of vacation, as much as possible.... I don't want them to get involved in this.... The guards too."
Butler: "But, miss...."
No buts.... Enough people have already been dragged into this.... They want me.... So they can have me.... I'd rather die than allow someone else to die because of me again.... I am responsible for all of you.... You are taking a vacation too she said
Butler: "Miss...."
Veronica: "That is an order!"
Butler: "Ugh.... Okay.... Miss."
Veronica: "Hmm."
Sophie: "Ugh."
Fiona: "(Wow)...."
Veronica: "Hmmm.... And thank you both very much for your efforts."
Sophie: "Ugh."
Fiona: "Sure."
Sophie: "Sure.... You're welcome."