Action!
{So...
Tell us Detective,
How did it all start?}
“It all started with that deamn Letter,
I remember I was at home celebrating the new year,
alone as always...”
Someone is knocking at my door.
I was a little anoyed,
It was way past midnight but still,
It must be some Hunter taunting me for being alone another year.
I open the door a bit anoyed but to my surpise,
It isn’t some arrogant Hunter,
It’s a Royal messanger of the Varani Family
Giving me an Red Letter,
Telling me they could give me a lift on their stagecoach,
I give them a confused nod and close the door.
"Dearest Detective Gian Giuglio,
We urge yov to come at ovr Villa as fast as possible,
An Disaster happend and we NEED yovr help,
Pay wont be an issve,
We are gladly going to pay yov any amovnt that yov reqviere for yovr service.
Againg we vrge yov to come as soon as yov read this letter,
We have given yov a stagecoach if yov do not have a vehicle.
Bvt if yov do not wish to come, we vnderstand and wish yov new year.
-The Varanis"
With the letter came enough money to buy a car and a better home,
I could refuse I had to refuse
But something about the letter made me choose to help them,
After all, the promise of pay does sound good.
I got my dusty coat, worn hat and trusty Glisenti M.1910.
“What have yov chosen?” Says the servant ,
His voice, rough and mechanical,
He’s very rusty and coughing black soot from his exhaust.
His brass is covered in ugly
“I’ll come.” I growl
What a mistake.
