"Now that wasn't too bright of ya ta do, Now was it?" A raspy voice calls out making me jerk my head towards the source.

My eyes were not yet adjusted to the lack of light in the room, so I was left squinting in an attempt to find the person belonging to the voice.

"Who are ye an' why are ye here?" A light growl rolls off the end of his sentence and I realize who is speaking.

"Mi-mister Paul?" I hesitantly call out in a whimpering tone, it was time to get into character. "I'm Eddie, I'm here for an interview." I wimpishly reply.

"Tsk. Interview for what?" There's a brief clicking sound before the lights flicker on, revealing the practically empty wearhouse. Many car-lift machines sit idly, side by side with no cars to lift. "Haven't ye got any eyes ta see? We're on the brink of bankruptcy." He crosses his arms tightly as chains nearby blow and rattle with a soft breeze.

"Fer a- er- for a job, sir." I cough a bit.

"A job?" His voice rises to a higher pitch, "are ye deaf too?" He screeches, walking closer to me. He was wearing oil stained, dull, dark green overalls with a faded blue undershirt. A black rag, that was probably white at one point, hung loosely upon his shoulder and his black shiny boots squeak as he walks towards me. He would have been more intimidating if it wasn't for the squeaking from his boots.

"N-no." I whimper softly, my character slowly morphing into me.

"Then get lost kid, we ain't got no job fer yah an' we ain't got no money fer yah either." He uncrosses his arms and flicks his wrist at me as he points to the door which I entered through.

"B-but sir..." I plead in the most wimperish voice I can muster, falling to my knees, I grab ahold of his legs, and like a tiny child I hold on and refuse to let go. "Sir...! Please give me a chance...!" I whine in the most annoying way I can think of. With my eyes shut, I can't see him looking down at me, but I can feel his dark gaze glaring down upon me as I cradle his leg in my arms.

"Gyah! What are ye doin' kid?" I can feel him try to shake his leg, hoping that I'd fall off so easily.

"Just give me a chance. PLEASE!" I screech as the door swings open and we both turn our heads to look at the intruder.

"What do ye want now, boy?" Paul asks in an annoyed tone.

"Sir, I found this one tryin' to sneak in. I think she's a thief." The same guard from before holds Noir forward, one hand forcing her arms behind her back.

"I'm not a thief!" She calls out.

"Yeah?" The guard rolls his eyes, "an' I'm not an officer of the law!" He spits, but not on her.

"I'm sorry Ry- I mean Eddie." Noir's eyes are soft and truly do show that she's sorry. I smile softly and try to mouth the words 'it's okay'.

After Noir's slip up, I can feel the glare of Paul shift down to me once more.

"R? E? Miss Dayton, is that you?" He sighs, his tone sounding rather annoyed and so I let go.

"Yes." I get into my hands and knees before maneuvering to my feet and standing up. "It's just Dayton, no miss. I'm not a miss, I'm a them." I try to explain in the most simplistic of terms. I see his eyes roll back into his head and he lets out an even louder sigh of annoyance.

"Ah, right, yer that weird kid that doesn't know if she a boy er a gurl." He shakes his head slowly while looking up, he then returns his gaze to me as he questions, "now why can't ye just choose a gender an' stick with it? It ain't that hard."

"That's not...," I stop before going any further, any attempt to change his mind would be useless. "Never mind."

"Now that we's got introductions outta the way, what're you two doin' sneaking 'round here?" Paul places his hands on his hips after signaling for the guard to make their exit. "Shouldn't y'all be in school now?"

"We want to know why you killed the Red Lady." I asked boldly, ignoring the second question for it was true, we should have been in school - or at least I should have been.

"Killed the Red Lady?" Paul starts to laugh, "that is the stupidest thing I 'ave ever heard." This puzzles me and my face must've showed it because he quiets down a bit before continuing. "I loved the one you call 'Red Lady', I could never 'ave killed her."

"Then why did you tell me to stay out of this case?" I question curiously.

"Because, this one ain't your simple lost cat case." He begins, lowering his voice as though someone were watching us. "This isn't for the faint of heart and I suggest you two get out of this while ye still can."

"Do you know who killed the Red Lady, then? Are you protecting someone?" I press on, probably not the smartest descision I had, but I needed to know - if not for the case, for my personal enjoyment.

"I have a suspicion as to who it is." He whispers lowly.

"Who?" I lean in closer, hoping that he'd tell me.

"Not here." He looks around before waving for us to follow.

Noir and I follow Paul down a narrow hallway that was dimly lit and had mould oozing out of the cracks. He enters into an office, or what I thought was an office before we too entered in.

It was another garage, but there was only one thing inside: a blue Chevrolet Camaro Sportscar. 

The lights flash as he presses a button on his keys and he signals for us to get in. I look at Noir and she nods at me, so she gets into the back seat and I get into the passenger's seat in the front. Paul gets into the car a little after we do, he puts the key into the ignition and then starts the car.

"We're gonna go fer a little drive," he contemplates before putting the stick into drive and pressing on the gas. The car lurks forward before zooming off at a high speed.

We sat in silence until we got onto an empty highway road. We were about a mile away from the city's border, so if we got caught, the police chief probably wouldn't be able to save us. I could feel my nerves getting to me as the silence grew.

"Short one." Paul calls out to Noir, "trees only surround us, Yes?" I look around and I can see that it is true.

"That is correct." I can hear a hint of anger in Noir's tone, I don't think she likes to be called short. She's normal sized and everyone else is just gifted with being longer. I smile at my thoughts.

"An' there ain't no cars 'round." I look around, and it is true.

"That is correct."

"Good. We can begin now." Paul lowers his speed. "When I was not much older than y'all, I fell in love with a gurl, the one youz call the Red Lady. An' she loved me too." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. "In there is a picture of us at the prom." He hands his wallet to me and I open it, just like he said, there was an old looking photo in it. I pull it out and look at the colourful image. In the image was a couple, the boy did appear to be Paul and the girl looked like the Red Lady, and the two were kissing.

"So, why couldn't you show this to us at the shop?"

"Because of the second photo." I look into the wallet, and sure enough, there is a second photo. I pull it out and look at it, it looks like the same image, but in the background I can see a boy staring at the couple.

"Is this...?" I look to Paul and he nods.

"Yes, it's Dave, the police chief of Grenro Town." My eyes widen, his name is Dave!?

"So, did he like the Red Lady too?" Paul nods.

"He an' I use' ta be good friends till we met her. He was mad that he couldn't have her. Do I think he killed her so that no one could have her. He always joked about doing something like that anyways." Paul's expression grew dim as his eyes became fixated on the road ahead.

"You think he would really do that?" I ask with a bit of hesitation, a part of me couldn't believe what he was saying.