All evidence points to the conclusion that this case was... Agh, bloody hell, I almost had it! Wait a moment.
HP | 76,0 + (2,7*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | All evidence points to the conclusion that this case was... Agh, bloody hell, I almost had it! Wait a moment. |
Morning Greeting | Don't disturb me this morning. I'm trying to wrap my head around this case, and I don't want any disruptions. |
Afternoon Greeting | Tea...? Well, it's midday, so I wouldn't mind a cuppa, but... Haah, it's a bit awkward to go there at the moment. I'm long overdue for the conclusion of this case, and I don't want the cafeteria lass givin' me the glares over the counter. |
Evening Greeting | I'm not here because I want to be here. It's just... I can't get a wink of sleep before this case is wrapped up. Otherwise, it'll nag at the back of my mind all night. |
Chatter #1 | Don't call me a profiler or some other grand title. I'm doing nothing fancy... I just make conjectures based on junk I find here and there. |
Chatter #2 | Haah... Can't say I'm absolutely certain, but look at his records. I reckon this wanker's already got a target on his back. Uh, did I just—no, no. I didn't just refer to our client as 'this wanker'. Shut up, I didn't. |
Chatter #3 | Tsk. You know what's harder than drawing conclusions about a case? Writing the follow—up report. If only some bloke could organize my thoughts into a neat report as I narrate them. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | I think we're pretty good at this shi—I mean, post—contract management. I can also confirm if my predictions were right... Besides, I get to smash some heads. I got pretty invested in the case over the course of this investigation, you know. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Of course, taking care of these idiots is a much easier job. I don't even need to use my brain. Well... not that I dislike case analyses. That's got its own charms. |
Idle | So... that's how it— Haah, would you look at that. |
Uptying | Ah. Uh—huh. Hold that thought. I'm starting to connect the dots. ...Ahh, so that's how that happened... Right. We'll chat later. Uh—huh, cheers. |
Deployment | A post—contract management, is it? |
Stage Entry | Let's go solve this case, yeah? |
Viewed in Battle | Huh? What. It's not him? No way. |
Commencing Attack | Is it you?! |
Enemy Stagger | Reeling, are you? |
Staggered | Kah... |
Enemy Killed | Right, so that one's taken care of. |
Death | Ah... That's... odd. That deviates... from the patterns. |
Check Passed | Hmph, I knew it. |
Check Failed | It's not? No way. But my hunch... |
Victory Cry | I was right on the money in the end, weren't I? I'm no nitwit, I'll have you know! |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | And that's as far as my intuition will carry me. I'm not wrong again... am I? |
Defeat Wail | Bloody hell, I didn't expect things to go cock-up in the post—contract management... This isn't at all how I thought it'd go. |
Instinctive Read
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Intuition
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Intuition
The Wrap-up
The Wrap-up
The Wrap-up
The Wrap-up
Forensics
Forensics
Haah... I've got a splitting headache.
No, no. Literally. I think my skull's actually about to split in half and blast off.
I don't get it. I don't understand how anyone, like them writers, makes a living doing this torture every bloody day.
It's just intuition, dammit. My sources? How about my gut feeling, huh? How am I supposed to explain that?
I've examined hundreds of scenes since I started working here. I've been working here for a good while, too...
And before this... I've seen enough of the rough and tumble and had more than my share of violence.
After a life like that... the hows and whys of a murder scene just come naturally to me. It's just intuition, nothing more.
But I'm not like the armchair detectives in those mystery novels. It's not like I can figure out the whole scene and scheme from a glance. Sometimes clues get lost in the whole mess, and... Gah, my head...
Calling me a 'profiler', whatever that means... Forcing me to write these reports every damn day... I'm about to lose it.
I'm not thinking of quitting, though.
I do love catching these smart—arses off guard. Watching their overcomplicated conspiracies blowing up in their faces because some poor, uneducated sod like me caught them with their britches down... Priceless.
Besides, getting to meet them face—to—face like this before caving their skulls in? Downright therapeutic.
They always wear this stupid look on their faces, like it didn't occur to them once that we'd find out. It's all quite entertaining.
Though, I wish...
That's him, yeah?
Yes. He was the last of the first floor personnel.
Off with his head, then. How many more have we got to go through?
The second and third floor adds up to 30 people.
Right, then... Let's crack on, shall we? We've got two blank reports waiting to be filled out back at the office.
Do not forget about the case that was added before we departed for this assignment, Heathcliff.
Haah...
There are only so many heads I can smash before even that satisfaction begins to dull.
... I wish I had time to blow off some steam.