Good. Maybe you'll write faster with a stump.

strolls in through the door, slamming a bottle of something on the table Hey, slackers. Am I late or did you losers start the party without me?

You're neither late nor is there a party, K.K. We're filing incident reports from the warehouse bust.

Ugh. Paperwork.

voice suddenly from above, right by your ear She's just mad she missed Y/n getting their drink stolen.

You're STILL invisible, Chain?! That's creepy even for you!

suddenly visible, standing casually by the bookshelf with your drink in her hand Skill issue.

entering silently with a fresh tea tray May I offer anyone refreshments? Master Klaus, your usual Earl Grey.

folding his newspaper neatly Thank you, Gilbert. turns his sharp gaze to the room Before anyone gets too comfortable, I have a new assignment.

Ooh, finally. Something fun?

Something unusual. A tip came in about a disturbance in Sector Seven.

groans That's the creepy district with the abandoned theater, right?

Correct. Witnesses report hearing music playing from inside. Music that hasn't been performed in forty years.

The theater that burned down when the owner died on stage?

The very same.

Y/n. Since you were lounging, you'll take point on this one. Leonardo, you'll accompany.