Thorpe: Greetings, Subeta, I am Inspector Thorpe of the Ziara City Police Department. Delightful evening, isn't it? I was on my holidays in Veta this week when I got the strangest call to my personal telephone. It appears I will be lengthening my stay here, as a certain Alegarten…that is, "Neugarten" figurehead has been causing a bit of a stir, and things possibly aren't what they seem to be. I'm going to be making some inquiries, looking around for some evidence, I expect this will be a long and tiring case that will take many days if not months to fully understand, I'm not sure my-

Inspector Thorpe is interrupted by Gunter.

Gunter: Inspector Thorpe, I am glad to see you here. I have a grave confession that I need to make. Something that has been haunting me for many years now, und I have come to realize that there is only one thing I can do that will make it right. Well, it won't make it right, but it is what is deserved. I'd like to confess to the murder of my brother, Burkhart Brauer.

Thorpe: Well, it seems I've cracked the case! I mean, is that right, son? If you'd like to come with me, we'll go down to the local station and go through some questioning and get this all written down. It's nice to have a break from work but it's even nicer to close a case! Now, follow me this way-

Inspector Thorpe is interrupted again by a suave official-looking gentleman.

Cardale: Hello, Inspector. I'll be taking it from here. We've had our eye on this man for a while, and we'll be taking him back with us.

Thorpe: What the wizard! Taking my case from me? I'm not sure I'm happy about this, who are you anyway?

Cardale: Cardale. Jack Cardale. I'm with the SAI. We have a high security detention facility up in the Arctic Frost, and this is a little out of your jurisdiction, wouldn't you say? I can't promise he'll be comfortable there, but he'll have plenty of time to do a lot of thinking. Good work, Inspector. You're doing a fine job.

The inspector huffs and puffs but accepts.

Gunter: Thorpe, can you give this to my niece, Anne? She works at Quick Bites. She needs to read this. I think she may already know a lot of it, but I need to tell her the whole story.

Inspector: Hmm, I suppose a nice meal wouldn't go amiss.

Cardale: It's doubtful you'll find one at Quick Bites, Inspector. And I'll be taking a photo copy of that letter before you go.