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"7 concerts. 7 people whose lives were lost. No matter what we do, there will be an eighth" Detective Rosalia muttered under her breath. "And for what?"
"The people need joy". Seraphine replied, as she got ready for the stage. "Especially now with what's happening in Diamond. You can't expect the entire tour to be shut down just because the Knight's Guild can't take care of one person".
The cheering crowd could be heard miles away.
Seraphine got up and headed to the door. "Duty calls," she said.
Once the door closed on the detective, she carefully searches the bard’s dressing room. Surely there would be something connected to the Siren.