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Virgo adjusted his collar subtly as he dragged his suitcase along the slightly bumpy cobblestone road to the gates of this exquisite manor with a sour face. A hefty price was offered to him for investigating this whole 'Mafia' business, and he was looking forward to solving this case, but one thing he hadn’t accounted for was—

“This mansion is HUUUGE!”, exclaimed another Praesegen, this time with charcoal black skin and slightly smaller horns, which implied her younger age. She looked to be a teen, and a rather rebellious one at that with her red and black punk-goth aesthetic drenching every accessory over top of a very dull-looking school uniform.

The older, green-skinned demon groaned frustratedly. “Don’t act all excited, you’re still in big trouble once this is over.” The red-haired teenager scoffed and then pouted. “Dad, you should be thankful I snuck in the car to help you! I’m gonna find the biggest clue to this case and solve the whole thing, and you’re gonna be all—”, she lowered the pitch of her voice to imitate her grumpy father. “— ‘Wow, Viv, you did such a great job. I wish I took you on all my investigations instead of being a lame old fart and telling you to stay home’.” The blonde, whose long hair whipped around as he looked her eye-to-eye, snarled as she blabbed about their private agenda— key word being private. “How about you tell all of Welk Isles what we’re here for? Keep your voice down, Vivian.” Her purple eyes widened and her black, ring-clad hands came up to cover her mouth in embarrassment.

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