Continuing from Chapter 1 You look bak at her, puzzled, as the waitress approaces the table. "Whats wrong, dear?" "Don't." she snaps. "For over a week now I've feared this masked man frea-" "It's okay. He's gone now..here, let's order. Treat yourself, I have the cash. Lobster?" "But your IGNORANCE hasn't gone!" She storms up out of her chair. "What Ignorance? I TRY to treat you for once and THIS is how you show your appriciation!" You see the waitress smirking at you both, yet completely ignore her. Marie storms off. You cancel your order. A: Chase after her! B: Forget her and go home. C: Re-place your order and enjoy a nice meal.
You walk out in the night and chase her. Chapter 2: Uncovering a case You are now Detective Marcus Laggen You stand in the middle of a what has the atmosphere of a graveyard yet aroma of a just born dogs breathe. You look down upon a certainly dead being, with a notepad, ready to write. "Time of Death.. Two nights ago by the looks of it." You murmur to yourself after leaning in to get a look. "Place of death.. Really? Must I even bother answering this?" You question yourself with your depressed casual face. "Cause of Death.. Stabbed. Yawn. I've had harder challenges" "Ahem, Laggen, are we quite finished?" The chief calls from the other side of the boat. "Aaahh yes." you reply. "Two nights ago, on this very boat, stabbed." "Perfect" she smiles. Pointing accross the room to a crew of police, she commands, "Up top. There may be clues to who's done this." "Actually, ma'am." You interupt. "Due to the specific weapon used in this case, it's more than likely that-" "No, Detective Laggen, it is not the maskman. He commited suicide on the very oceans we stand next to, Laggen. We investigated this. I'm not barking for an arguement with you. No interuptions, I'd like to get this case done before. Now, seen as you seem eager to get stuck in, where shall it be?" A: I'll look in the control room. B: I'll look in the restrooms. C: I'll continue looking in here.
Continuing from Chapter 2 "Actually" you begin, "I'll search the whole boat. I'll begin in here." "Laggen, are you sure that's a good idea? You seem to be not having a good day. Here, take the specialist of the bunch, Kalie." You scrunch your eyes, and stare at her awkwardly. How dare she imply that you're not a specialist. "Well, I'll begin." you sharply whisper. You accompany Agent Kalie, how laughs as you arrives, quietly. "Someone's not on Chief's good list today" she smirks as he grins. "Shut it. I'm the male, I'm the boss. This way." "That's sexist!" "Oh what a specialist you are." you grin, as you open a hard, cranky chest in the corner of the room. "Ha ha." she laughs, sarcastically. "Get searching. Check the chest, I'll be over here if you need me." "..which I won't." you reply smoothly. "I like your attitude." "I like that you technically just admitted defeat." you call as she walks off. You hear her murmuring "You wish." in a joking tone. After a few rubs around the back and front, you're able to access the trunk. You pull open the lid, and stick your head inside. Spiders and centipedes scatter out, yet you pay no attention. The trunk seems dull, misty and empty, although there is a book in there, as you notice. You pull it out with a fight, but eventually it's on your cross lapped, as you open it. Page after page, nothing. Your minds focused on giving up, then- a note flys out, every so carefully, in an angels walk. You catch it mid-air, then smile at yourself. You squint your eyes to read the note. "So here you are, reading this note, Death has come, or so you think, You search deep, you search close, For the maskman is near, so don't you -" You drop the note as the entire boat shakes. The walls bang - the floor jumps up. The windows shatter, the rest of the crew fall. You struggle your way to the door, in which you struggle to climb the stairs, yet you finally make it. You look up above, and find him, standing there. The maskedman. A: Call Agent Kalie for help. B: Question him. C: Put up a fight.