In her special room, Ottiline was in a home dress.

She sat on the chair, with her hands on her jaw. Her hair was tied into a messy bun. Rubbing the pen through her hair, she adjusted the glasses while looking down at the files in front of her.

"I just need to find one clue" She muttered frustrated, it's been a month and half and yet she has not gotten a clue about the murder case.

"You should pray for so many clues and not one, what if you reach an end point in that one." Clara walked into the office holding a cup of coffee.

"I don't know...