Detective Murrey met Herb in a cramped office in the nearest police station. Despite the small space, it was well organised, and well decorated. There was photos of him and a young women, presumably his girlfriend or wife. Several marksmanship trophies sat on his shelves, the newest dating about two years back.

The man himself sat in an office chair, flipping through paperwork. He was relatively fit, although not to huntsman levels, and smelt dangerously of booze. Still, his eyes were clear and focused, so Murrey assumed that he was the 'work hard, play hard' type.

It wasn't a traditional interview, so he didn't worry about protocol. "Detective Herb? I need to speak to you about the embassy case." Short, simple, to the point.

Herb leaned back, staring into his eyes. "Ask away."

Murrey pulled out a small notebook full of scribbles and drawings. He never relied too much on his scroll, too many things that could go wrong. "At the scene, did you notice anything… odd?"

Herb chuckled darkly. "If by odd, you mean something other than the dead guy and the ocean of blood, then no."

Murrey raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? Nothing at all?"

Herb shook his head. He put his hands together and said, "I'm I being investigated?"

"No. Why did you interview Ms. Belladonna?"

"Video footage," Herb replied. "She's also a faunus, so I had reason to suspect that she was with the White Fang."

Murrey struggled to bite back a retort. He knew it wasn't an invalid observation, but he'd seen the darker side of such words far too often.

Taking a steadying breath, he quickly wrote down what he heard.

"Was there any other reason?" he asked, hoping for a breakthrough. "Any peculiar evidence or odd physical features?"

"Nope." Herb pointed towards the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy."

Murrey pocketed the notebook, and with a scowl, said, "Thank you for time."

Herb was a bust. The only thing that man knew was how to be a racist asshole and how to match a photograph. Still, he could hopefully narrow down what it wasn't using his information and notes.

After he stepped into his car, Murrey's scroll beeped with an incoming text message. Cursing whoever had designed his pants and seat, he squirmed and twisted until he could pull it out and answer it.

Hey Murrey, I got those files you wanted. They're freaking huge, so you'll have to pick them up at the CCT.

From, Your friend in filing.

Murrey smirked, always happy to get in touch with his 'friend'. He was an old buddy from school, and although he had dropped out even sooner than Murrey had, they stayed in touch. Now, he was half the reason he ever accomplished anything.

He turned the key, and his car rumbled to life. It was oneish in the afternoon, so he still had time to pick up the data, and then he had to grab some food. His parents were coming over tonight, and they didn't like it when he ordered pizza.

An hour later, the files finished downloading onto his scroll. True to his friend's word, it was nearly ten gigabytes. Any larger, and he'd be looking to find a flash drive.

He looked over it in his car. Most of the files were familiar to him; he had worked the case nearly two years ago. Summer Rose went out on a Grimm hunt and missed her check-in date with her family, a few weeks past and they sent out a rescue party. Her corpse was found, family informed, funeral. Sad, but a typical end for a huntress or huntsman.

The unusual part was in the search party's notes of what they found at the scene. Lots of dead Grimm, enough to take down a small army, laid dead around Summer's body. However, there was no visible cause of death. No bullet wounds, no stab wounds, no crushed bones, nothing.

All of that paled to the body itself. Cause of death was obvious, a large cut on her stomach, bled to death within minutes. An autopsy was never performed. Not because the police didn't think it was necessary, but because the body disappeared before they could move it.

The notes claimed that the body was giving off white flakes, and seemed to be burning up. It said that the search party heard her flesh burn, like it was being cooked from the inside out. Within three hours, all that was left was her hood.

Murrey hadn't though much of this when he first heard of the case. It was undeniably strange, but explainable. He had thought that it was perhaps some fire dust, mixing with her blood as she died.

Then he walked up to the embassy, and saw a blood sample from a teenage girl disappear.

The differences were large enough that he wasn't certain they were related. The girl was still alive, Herb was good for that at least, and the 'flakes' given off were black, not white. But still, the resemblance was uncanny.

For now, Murrey had a simple goal. Investigate the girl; find out if she had a connection to Summer, and see if her death was related. Just another day at the office.

An alarm drew Murrey out of his thoughts. He pulled out his scroll, and groaned. His family had decided to come early, and were waiting at his apartment.

Parents never change, do they?

AN: Sorry about the short chapter.