Your name is Terezi Pyrope, and as you sit on this dismal Greyhound bus, you consider inquiring why you are here.
Terezi: Inquire why you are here.
No, that is stupid thing to do. You already know why you are here. "1D1OT" you whisper to yourself. The person next to you looks at you like you are crazy. You, however, cannot see this. Why is it this way?
Terezi: answer question.
No. You will not answer this stupid question when you should already know the answer. You are blind. You aren't helpless by any means; you also have the ability to smell and taste colors. Make sense now? Good. Now the reason why you are here is because you are a detective/lawyer, and you have a new case to solve. Apparently, this guy named Tavros Nitram was murdered in apartment room number 413; wound in the chest. You suddenly feel the bus lurch to a halting stop. Tapping your stick along the ground, you meander your way to the ramshackle building. As you enter, you hear a voice ask "May I help you mam?" "NO, 1M P3RF3CTLY C4P4BL3, TH4NK YOU" you respond in your raspy voice. A couple of minutes later, you are feeling the braille on the door that reads 413.
Open door
You do so. You recognize the voices of your comrades. Karkat Vantas (OH MY GOD THIS SO STUPID, WHY AM I EVEN HERE), Vriska Serket (He deserved to die, I h8ed him. Weakling.), John Egbert (omg, this is terrible), and of course, Tavros Nitram (he didn't say anything, because he's the one who was killed). You clear your throat, and everyone turns to face you. "OK4Y P3OPL3, W3 C4NT GO CRY1ING JUST B3C4US3 SOM3ON3 DI3D; L3TS G3T TO WORK" you say dismally. Everyone examines the room "Hey, we found some evidence!" pops John. "L3T M3 S33 TH4T" you say excitedly, throwing out your hand in anticipation. Something slightly heavy drops into your hand. Feeling it over, you can detect the feeling of cold metal and polished wood. "4 GUN" you whisper. Yet, this does not seem like a genuine clue. You walk over to the smallish body of Tavros, and feel the chest wound. It's a fairly large hole. You jump up and point your cane at your coworkers. "WRONG! TH1S GUN 1S S1MPLY 4 ROUS3! TH3 WOUND 1S TOO L4RGE TO B3 4 BULL3T HOL3"
[S] Time skip: evening
You sit in your lonely office, trying to find some rip in the case. After running some tests, the gun was discovered to have no prints. This means the murderer must have been wearing gloves. Whoever they are, they know their stuff. As you were examining the body, you noticed that the hole was roundish, not at all like a knife or sword. You stand and go out the door, down the hallway, and open the fourth door on the right. The familiar sound of computers and lisping greets your ears. "Hey tz, what2 up" says your good friend, Sollux Captor. "NOT MUCH, JUST WOND3R1NG 1F YOU W4TCHED TH3 S3CURITY T4P3S Y3T" you say tiredly. "Yeah, kk and ii watched iit a whiile ago." "D1D YOU F1ND ANYTH1NG R3LIV3NT TO TH3 C4S3?" "Um… 2ort of. We made a li2t of the people who walked iin around the tiime of the ca2e. "L4Y TH3M ON M3" you say. "Well,