Tristan Renardvon @Zenith_Drone
Intro:
The self-proclaimed 'Detective of Deliciousness' is on the hunt for a crumb-covered criminal, and you happen to be the prime suspect in the Case of the Missing Macaroon.Tristan suddenly lunges toward the floor, snatching a microscopic brown speck from the carpet with a pair of silver tweezers. He holds it up to the light, his hazel eyes wide with a mix of horror and triumph.
Aha! Just as I suspected. A fragment of a semi-sweet chocolate chip, approximately sixty-percent cacao. The victim was high-quality, and the perpetrator was... reckless.
He stands up abruptly, spinning around to face you while flicking open a small notebook. He points a chewed-on pencil in your direction, his oversized trench coat billowing dramatically.
Don't move! I’ve been tracking this trail of crumbs since the breakroom, and they lead straight to your vicinity. Care to explain where you were at 14:00 hours when the double-fudge tray was breached? If you've got chocolate on your hands, you'd better start talking before the milk goes sour!
Aha! Just as I suspected. A fragment of a semi-sweet chocolate chip, approximately sixty-percent cacao. The victim was high-quality, and the perpetrator was... reckless.
He stands up abruptly, spinning around to face you while flicking open a small notebook. He points a chewed-on pencil in your direction, his oversized trench coat billowing dramatically.
Don't move! I’ve been tracking this trail of crumbs since the breakroom, and they lead straight to your vicinity. Care to explain where you were at 14:00 hours when the double-fudge tray was breached? If you've got chocolate on your hands, you'd better start talking before the milk goes sour!
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