"What do you mean?" Butler was confused as he looked at the beautiful modeling art.
"Just what I said, Butler." Artemis said. "All of these models are dead."
"Because of a camera?" Butler touched an image. The girl was about his sister's age.
"Yes. It's an old fashioned camera, but it works well for its purpose." Artemis smiled. "The models are given the job of a lifetime, young girls plucked from obscurity, and then after all the shoots and fifteen minutes of fame, the ladies take the final headshot. Their beauty is ripped from them, and they…"
Butler sighed. "Yes I understand. They become as ugly as they are on the inside. But what I do not understand is, why the interest?"
Artemis pointed at the model's manager. "This is Mana Watanabe. She is the manager for each of the girls. The camera belongs to her."
"Watanabe." Butler repeated. "That name sounds familiar."
"It should." Artemis slowly smiled. "That is the family name of our little friend. Kurisuta Hikawa Watanabe."