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Fredrich Waltz
In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.
Fredrich blinked as the man suddenly fell down, blood pouring out of the side of his head. He looked to the side to see Ellery hurrying over, still as cold as earlier. The detective winced as the blanket was pressed against his wound to stop the blood, looking at the songwriter only when his hair was brushed aside. He gazed into Ellery's eyes, seeing a smile for the first time in ages.
"Are you... smiling because I'm dying?" Fredrich breathed, although he had to admit, it was a welcomed sight if it were to be his last.
Without proof, you'll never catch me.
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