"So... our murderer is in the Seventh Gate?" asked Ri, sat on her throne as she was surrounded by her followers and a cop sitting on a wooden chair in front of her.
"Yes, Goddess!" the cop answered, keeping his head down and keeping his together from shaking.
"Are you scared, Mr. Ramsay?" she asked as she stepped down from her throne.
Ramsay, the cop, sweated profusely and clenched his shivering teeth as he heard Ri's footsteps getting closer.
"Don't assume that you can lift your head, Ramsay! You may end up losing it if you did."
"Sure, Mother! I wo- Ahem! I won't," he answered, stammering in between because of Ri's scary presence.
"So, about the Seventh Gate..."
"Yes, mam. We inspected the crime scene... At first, we just thought it was some retaliation from other small gangs... But then after your direct order, we re-checked the place..."
"What did you find?" asked Ri as she sipped her glass of wine.
