Michelangelo appeared on the rooftop with a flash of light that briefly illuminated the darkness surrounding them.
Sitting in the distance was the Faewall's City Lord's mansion, the lights bright in the portion of the estate where the party was ongoing. He stepped forward to stand at the edge of the rooftop.
"Hmmn. There's a serial killer and he's throwing parties? That takes balls." The speaker, one of the two women who had come with Michelangelo, paused. Then she turned to her two companions with a bright smile. "See what I did there?"
Michelangelo sighed, glancing at her. She just couldn't seem to stop talking, no matter what he did. "We're here for work, Lisa."
Lisa tossed her dark hair behind her hair, sticking her pointed nose into the air. "That was pretty cool if I do say so myself. Isn't that right, Daphne?"
