[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Altitude Chicago Trampoline Park - Chicago, IL
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[color=F0A06B]”Much more important things, I’m sure.”[/color] I say with a chuckle. [color=F0A06B]“Okay, on the count of three, let’s try a big jump, okay?”[/color] We’re doing pretty well with just small bounces, but I want to make sure she can get from one trampoline to another without face planting.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Police Station - Chicago, IL
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[color=#9B111E][i]“Ich muss immer die Arbeit der Schweine für sie erledigen.”[/i][/color] I tell Caden with a grin before we’re shown the bodies. I peer closely at the inflicted wounds on each, trying to see if I can make heads or tails of any of it.

Confidently I say, [color=#9B111E]“Well, it’s not a hellhound at least.”[/color] The coroner eyes me with a disturbed look when I get closer to the bodies and smell them. [color=#9B111E]“I don’t smell sulfur either, but did you pick up on anything?”[/color] I ask Caden, knowing his senses can go a lot further than mine. He’s on his phone, smiling about something. I quell the jealous monster that tries to rear its head and remind myself that I need to get a new phone sooner than later.

[hider=Translations] I always have to do the pigs’ job for them [/hider]

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[center][h1][color=fff79a]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=fff79a]Location:[/color][/b] Airport - Chicago, IL
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[color=fff79a][i]Well, I guess it’s fine that you can’t pick me up yourself. You’ll just have to make it up to me at some point.[/i][/color] He doesn’t actually owe me anything - I owe him a lot and staying over is just adding to the tab. I grab my suitcases from the conveyor belt before I head down to the street level of the airport to wait for the car.