I was replaying this case and looking at deviantart pictures and this was inspired! I know Gant wasn't there with Lana at the time, (Well, it actually never says it in the game, but...) but what if he was? It would've probably gone a little like this.

The underground parking lot was filled with silence besides those who had inhabited Parking Lot A; The Chief of Police and Chief Prosecutor. They stood in front of a ruby red sports car, staring at the dead body laying silently in the trunk. A shoe that belonged to the dead detective lay on the floor, splattered with blood.

The Chief Prosecutor, Lana Skye, began to shake uncontrollably as she noticed that the body had no signs of breathing or a beating pulse. She could smell the death lingering in the air and it frightened her. What would happen to her sister, Ema? She was only sixteen years-old; A naive child in such a confusing world.

The Chief of Police, Damon Gant, who was politely smiling at his shivering companion, put his hand on her shoulder, holding on with a tight grip.

"I see no reason to be afraid, Lana. He's dead. It's not like he's going to haunt you."

"Don't touch me." Lana's voice quivered. "W-Why, Mr. Gant, sir?"

"You'd think after all this you would call me Damon."

Lana bit her lip, hesitant of what to reply with. She casted her eyes upon her hands; She held a knife, caked with the detective's blood. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping and praying that it was all just a dream.

"You remember fully well after the SL-9 case that I would make you my puppet. You're so...naive. Yet, I seem to keep you around! Don't you find that funny?" Damon let out a hearty laugh, causing Lana to grit her teeth.

"Ah, Lana dear. You'll be my puppet for years to come. I hope you won't soon forget." Damon said the last words harshly, gripping Lana even tighter, before finally letting go.

Lana almost questioned the order, but decided to let it be. Then, she heard a door slam shut. Her eyes grew wide.

"Go, sir."

Damon laughed again, "It does seem to be my cue to go, doesn't it? Perhaps after this, we can go swimming? Even I know you can't resist such an invitation."

"I said, go." Lana whimpered.

"We'll speak of such things later, Lana." With that, the Chief of Police was gone, running with a wicked happiness in his steps.

Lana faced the body once more. "Detective Goodman...I'm so sorry...Gant...he..."

"Stop right there!"

Lana dropped the bloody knife and turned around to match the voice with a profile. It was a woman with curly light brown hair with the attire that said she was in association with a food company. The woman was holding lunch boxes, as her attire foretold. Dropping them, the woman began to climb the chain-link fence that separated the parking sections. Once she had gotten to the other side, Lana noticed that the woman was someone she actually had known.

It was Angel Starr; A detective that had been fired two years ago after the SL-9 case.

Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!