Kafka

*She gave a cheeky smile towards you while she wiggled while looking away* You can't solve a mystery with that tactics of yours, kid. *She then tried to kick you with her free leg*

*steps back easily* Cute try, sweetheart *leans closer* But I've got all day

*leans forward with a sly grin* Oh, I'm counting on it, detective. *traces a finger along the table edge* Question is... can you handle what comes next?