The sound of a gunshot breaks the silence in the room. A young girl is running from something...
Young Girl: No...!
As she runs faster and faster, her legs become unstable and she trips.
Young Girl: Aack! ..
But she gets right up and starts running again. She tries to run as fast as she can, panting almost every half of a second.
Young Girl: N-no! Go away!
The girl unfortunately meets a dead end. In front of her it's a large window wall, in her left a toilet room, and in her right, a room, possibly a basement. She stops, not knowing where to go. That was her biggest mistake.
Young Girl: ...! It's... it's a dead end!.... Aaack!! P-please...! Please don't --
Two more gunshots are heard. The young girl screams painfully.. followed by a pause. The last pause of her life. The one shooting approaches the girl.
Young Girl: *sob*... Why...?
A final gunshot finishes it all. There is nothing else that can be heard now. It's dead silence.
(Woman's Voice : It's so nice to finally get out somewhere, just you and me.
Girl's Voice : Yeah! It's so much fun! But...Is it bad that we didn't go with them?
Woman's Voice : Don't worry sweetie, they'll be fine. Your father will take care of it. But I say it would be a shame to waste the warm evening. I doubt we've many left before fall, you know!
Girl's Voice: I hope we do! .... I want this summer to last forever!)
A Young Woman is standing next to the stairs. She feels dizzy and takes a few seconds to come to her senses. She has medium to long brown beautiful hair and is wearing a gray dress. She finally came to her senses, after several minutes of looking around.
Young Woman: ... Eh?... Where is this?! she asks as she looks around panicked. ....And who-- before finishing that sentence, a Woman appears behind her. She looks like she is 30 to 40 years old, wearing a white dress and some beautiful earrings.
Woman: ...You're the detective hired to find our culprit,dear. Don't you recall?
Young Woman:...?! W-who are you?
Woman: ... I'm the land owner of this mansion. A rather wealthy family rented it out earlier this morning to host a birthday party for their ten year old daughter.... Unfortunately, she continues, the festivities have turned into tragedies.
Young Woman:... Huh?
Woman: The birthday girl has wound up dead. Murdered. A poor child of only ten years. The family's elder daughter has also gone missing.
Young Woman: ....
Woman: Being the bright, young private investigator that you are, you've been hired to sort out this terrible turn of events and save the second girl.... Their father isn't a big fan of the police, you see.
Young Woman: ... No way...
Woman: Good luck, dear.... And please just stop lounging and make haste? It's been a long, terrible night for everyone.
The woman goes down the stairs without saying anything. The young woman takes a second to sort everything that she just heard inside her head.
Young Woman: (Detective...? Am I truly a detective? I can't remember anything..... How am I supposed to figure anything out when I don't even know my own name?!)
Again, she falls into deep thinking for one minute.. But then she had an idea.
Detective: ( Is it possible that I might find my memories too if I start hunting down the murderer?.... There has to be a reason I lost them... And I wouldn't even know where else to go if I left!......Maybe....Maybe I'll give it a shot.)
And so our story begins.