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"Where were you? It's been five days..." Elizabeth started sobbing onto my shoulder, clinging onto my jacket as tight as she possibly could. Her hair was greasy, she hasn't showered. I don't think she's eaten either. - Lucy Scarlet, a mechanic and part time private investigator, has reached a dead end on her newest case. There's no information, no suspects, and the victims' deaths had been ruled an accident. What is there to do, when the basis for your whole life, can no longer sustain? She can't talk to her friends or family, and the only thing she can do is run. However, the place she's running to might just be the last place she'll ever see. The case shall only end once she ends. Lucy Scarlet, the one who ran.