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Chapter 19

"You made sure that was her exact location? You didn't just mess with some random child?" Silvia interrogates Benett and Susan.

"Well, we didn't exactly get too much information out of her, she kept talking about death." Susan scowls in a little displacement.

"Ugh, I had to pretend to be stupid to get her to stay." Benett frowns.

"What do you mean she kept talking about death?" Silvia asks.

"Whenever we brought up the word family, she was like," Susan mocks Pyro, using an obnoxious high-pitched voice, "'Golly, my parents are dead! How insensitive!'"

"Did you get her name?"

"Yeah, she said it was Flammable Pelican," Benett replies.

"No, no, no! It was Pyro Pelis!" Susan corrects frantically. "...Pretending to be stupid?" she scoffs to herself.

"Okay, okay, you found her house, but what did she look like?"

They are silent.

"She had...blue hair? Maybe?" Benett stutters.

Silvia sighs. "Alright, I'll get Kyle to find a file photo. Now shoo," she says.

The two wander down the building's halls, back to their offices.

"Wish I didn't have to make an accountant do this..." she mutters.

After struggling to find where he even works, she knocks on the door of his office. "Kyle! I have another job that isn't yours for you to do!"

"...No," a muffled voice says from behind the wooden door. "I don't want to go into the field today."

"It's like, a two-second, online job." Silvia says.

"Oh. What is it?"

"We need you to find a photo of Pyro Pelis, should be relatively easy."

"Oh, I looked already."

"What? Did you find one?"

"No, she's been living off-grid for ten years. And she's a child, we don't keep photos of children."

"What about a school photo." Silvia demands.

"Kid has not been to a picture day since kindergarten, but I guess I have that photo. It might be inaccurate. Come in, stop talking through the door," Kyle says.

Silvia opens the door, and steps inside. The office has old, yellowing walls and carpet, and it smells like fluorescent lighting. A hologram desktop computer is powered on, on Kyle's desk.

"Where is it?" Silvia asks.

"Here," Kyle says.

Silvia steps closer to the screen, and a picture on the monitor shows itself. One of a young, blue-haired girl with several baby teeth knocked out, and a bandaged face.

"That's her?" Silvia pointed at the hologram.

"Six years ago, yes."

"I think we can work with that."