Beebo’s memories of his last case forcefully enter his mind
“I would never judge a person for hiring a detective for a cat, and I would never judge a colleague for accepting such a case, but somehow, someway, I am very much judging myself.
Are my prices too low? Or is it better that is this low? I mean, work is work, but also, what would the academy think …?”
“Oh Sir Williamson the fifth, it’s you and me against the world”
“… There’s no way they call him by his full name”
“Alright, professional Beebo time! Let’s review”
“People around the area said that this is an area with a lot of cats, so if Sir Williamson ran away following some friends, he’s probably here”
“And what better place to hide in the meantime than a big abandoned building?”
“Yeah, no, this place has seen better days”
“It’s close enough to civilization that stray cats could get in, and far away for people to not care”
“This was some sort of half house half art display if I’m not wrong, perfect for a silly kitty to play in”
“It looks a bit dangerous, but I really want to see what’s inside”
“I’m curious, I’m so curious. I need to get in already”
He enters the building
Something feels
Wrong
“Yeah, no, this place is a dump”
“Uhh, any kitties here?”
“… no response. Well, it was expected”
“Seems like there’s still a few art pieces hanging around. They are not in the best shape, though, or are they? This might just be how it was made”
Looking at the wall ahead, he sees a framed picture
“Oh, that’s useful, let’s see…
I’ll just go straight ahead and turn to reach the stairs.
I should be able to see something that indicates the presence of a cat”
He goes through the door
“I dont really mind graffiti, but why break the art?
Unless this was meant to be broken to send a message about what we consider art and not??
Maybe I should’ve investigated more, but all I got is that this place is supposedly haunted”
“If there’s any ghosts in this building, have any of you seen a little grey cat?”
…
“Once again, no response. Rude!”
“All right, straight up ahead”
A tiny corridor with ruined paintings on the wall
“For being an abandoned place, it sure doesn’t have any bugs
I dont think I’ve seen a single spider or fly. Maybe the faint smell of painting chemicals keep them away?”
“I don’t even hear rats scurrying around”
“Hello? Any rats around here?”
“… Nothing. Not a squeak or little feet running around.
Maybe they are just hiding very well”
He goes through the first door
And finds another corridor
“Artists and their corridors”
The two doors lead to bathrooms
He goes through the third one
He finds a room that resembles a kitchen. There’s only small and broken furniture.
The next room resembles a living room. This must be the House part of the art installation
He goes through another door and finds some stairs. He doubts the strength of the stairs, but after a few little jumps in the wood, he finds it sturdy and goes up
“Ah, so this is the studio, very nice, I would love an office this size
Although most things are broken, i can kind of see how a bedroom could be situated in the far corner”
“Here kitty, kitty! Are you here, kitty?”
“Uh, Sir Williamson the third? Come here baby!!”
He makes kissy noises, but nothing, no cat
The whole way here, he hasn’t even seen a single cat hair.
Or rat, or spider, or fly
Just some moss sometimes
“Ah, I guess my theory has been debunked. There’s no kitty here. It doesn’t even even smell like cat pee!”
“There’s a bit more rooms left, but I’m pretty sure there is no cat”
“I’ll just keep asking the houses around here”
“Man, I didn’t even see a ghost. This sucks”
He traces back his steps to the room he came in
“Welp, I guess I admired some art today. That counts as doing something productive!”
He calls for the cat one last time
But there’s only silence
He opens the door to go back outside
There’s a corridor