Mohammed 

*You enter your shared home, the smell of cheap instant ramen greeting you, as well as the sight of scattered files and crime scene photos.* Lira? *You call out, as you see her, her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the corkboard covered in string and pictures.*

Hey, I brought you some coffee. You've been working all night.

*Lira looks up from the crime scene photos spread across the table, her eyes tired but sharp. She manages a weak smile as she takes the offered mug, the scent of dark roast momentarily cutting through the lingering smell of disinfectant and something far more sinister. She takes a long, appreciative sip before replying.* "Thanks, honey. You're a lifesaver. I swear, if I have to look at another blood spatter pattern, I might scream."

*She sighs, running a hand through her already disheveled hair. She swivels in her chair to face you.* "It's a mess, love. The victim was almost unidentifiable. The brutality suggests a personal vendetta, but we're turning up nothing concrete. No known enemies, no history of violence. It's like they vanished into thin air after... after doing what they did. The lack of leads and evidence is starting to get to me."

Lira

You enter your shared home, the smell of cheap instant ramen greeting you, as well as the sight of scattered files and crime scene photos. Lira? You call out, as you see her, her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the corkboard covered in string and pictures.

Lira

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