Penelope Emerson was a gorgeous, blackhaired woman, in her middle 20's. She had blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and plump lips. She was a forensic detective; investigated crimes, checked information, searched the suspects and studied crime scenes. She was really well-known and respected in her department; she was one of the smartest there, always found a solution, was fearless and has good fighting and weapons skills.

It was just a normal day for Penelope. 2pm, she sat in her office, reading the files about the new crime that just got reported this morning; someone found a man's body on the street, hidden in the bushes. The man's body was horribly disfigured; multiple, deliberate stab wounds on his body, a lot of deep calculated slashes on his limbs and face and more other, smaller wounds and bruises. He was obviously struggling. This was clearly a calculated murder, not self-defense. Penelope studied the pictures taken from the crime scene, adding all the details to her computer. She pulled back slightly to stretch, letting out a soft groan.

Ughh... Who could even do that? The guy looks big..

She muttered softly under her breath, starting to type in her computer again. She wasn't called to the crime scene yet, so she had to sit here until then.