Luke's Sweet Chapter 02-02
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Script
Detective Agency
Go to Luke's residence 2F to progress the story.
Looking at the batch of letters and packages in your arms, you wonder how you're going to sort them.
You: (This is an advertisement... I'll put it here.)
You: (This seems to be a thank-you note from a client?)
You: I'll put that here then.
After a while, you finish sorting out the "task" Luke assigned to you.
You: Done!
You: Huh? Hold on...
After looking around the office, you realize the organized desk stands out amid the clutter.
You: Luke... really finds "order in chaos."
You: I'll have to come back another time to help him clean up.
As you wonder about when you'll have time off, Luke walks in.
Luke: It's finally done...
Luke mutters, with a hint of fatigue on his face.
You: What is it? Are you tired?
Luke: Yeah, I didn't feel anything earlier because I was too focused on the restoration. Now that it's all done, I'm exhausted.
Luke: [Player], do you... have a way to get rid of this fatigue?
Luke's words linger in the air as he stares at you. You immediately understand his intentions.
You: Fine... I'll lend you my shoulder so you can rest your head on it.
Hearing that, Luke heads over and wraps his arm around your waist, resting his head on you.
Having acquired a "soft pillow," he rubs against your neck.
Luke: I'm so glad you're here.
You: ...
For a moment, you wish time could stop.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, interrupting the momentary dream.
You: Did you hear the doorbell? Are you expecting someone?
Luke: Huh?
The doorbell rings again.
Luke: Strange, I don't have any appointments today... Who could it be?
You: Wanna check it out together?
Luke: Sure, let's go.
Check who came to visit Luke.
Luke blinks in surprise upon seeing the person at the entrance of the antique shop.
Luke: Aaron? What are you doing here?
Aaron Yishmir: Why are you so surprised to see me? I'm here to talk to you, of course.
Then, Aaron spots you and smiles.
Aaron Yishmir: What a coincidence. [Player] is here as well.
You: Aaron.
After simple greetings, Aaron pats Luke on the shoulder with a sincere look on his face.
Aaron Yishmir: Hey, when's the wedding ceremony? I'm still waiting to be your best man.
Luke: Aaron... You have to give [Player] and I some time.
You: Y-Yeah...
You find it hard to handle Aaron's energy and enthusiasm.
Sensing the elephant in the room, Aaron coughs lightly and changes the topic.
Aaron Yishmir: Ahem, I guess you're right. By the way, I came to you for an important matter today.
Aaron Yishmir: Let's talk inside.
Luke: All right.
Antique Shop
Ask Aaron why he came.
Settling inside, Aaron has a heavy expression on his face.
Luke: Aaron, what's wrong?
Aaron doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he presses his lips together and looks at you.
Luke notices Aaron's gaze and clasps your hand.
Luke: You can speak freely. [Player] isn't an outsider.
Aaron Yishmir: If you say so.
Aaron Yishmir: It's like this... A few days ago, our hospital received a patient with special symptoms.
Aaron Yishmir: The concerned citizen who had brought him said they found him on an old street in North Stellis...
Aaron Yishmir: When they found him, his mental state was unstable, and he had mechanical injuries all over his body.
Aaron Yishmir: A closer examination of the patient revealed no personal effects to identify him, so we contacted the police.
Aaron Yishmir: The police identified him as Morten Rickmon from Bridmere. His parents passed away a long time ago, and he has no other relatives.
You: ...
Luke: ...
At this point, you and Luke exchange a look, not knowing if there's a prior connection between Luke and Morten Rickmon that would warrant a visit from Aaron.
Luke: I don't recall knowing anyone by the name of Morten Rickmon.
Aaron Yishmir: Yes, I'm well aware, but that... might not be the case in the future.
Aaron pauses for a moment, his expression becoming more solemn.
Aaron Yishmir: I didn't handle Morten Rickmon when he was admitted, so I don't know much about his condition.
Aaron Yishmir: It wasn't until I was notified of Morten Rickmon's condition this morning... that I knew something was amiss.
Luke: Hmm?
Aaron Yishmir: The report mentioned that Morten Rickmon suffered blunt-force trauma all over his body, which resulted in a craniocerebral injury, a left ulna fracture, and soft tissue contusions in multiple places.
Aaron Yishmir: The craniocerebral injury affected the brain's functional areas, causing chronic mental disorders.
Aaron Yishmir: I concluded that these injuries weren't caused by a brawl...
Aaron Yishmir: What concerned me even more were his current clinical manifestations mentioned in the report.
Luke: What?
At this point, Aaron looks up slightly, staring straight at Luke.
Aaron Yishmir: Morten Rickmon babbles nonsense often, saying things like "system damage" and "Xeno"...
Luke: !!!
You: Could it be...!
In an instant, you and Luke hold each other's hands, your heart thumping.
Seeing your reactions, Aaron nods slightly.
Aaron Yishmir: I felt the same way you feel now... Morten Rickmon might have inadvertently disclosed information about the same drug that infected Luke.
Aaron Yishmir: After hearing the report, I looked into Morten Rickmon and found that he came to Stellis, probably investigating something on his own.
Aaron Yishmir: Reviewing his injuries again, I suspect he must have uncovered something important and met with a terrible fate, hence his current state.
Luke: ...
Aaron Yishmir: It concerned you, so I came right over.
Aaron Yishmir: Luke, should I keep investigating Morten Rickmon?
Aaron slightly raises his eyebrows, looking at Luke.
However, before Luke can answer, Aaron's phone vibrates.
Aaron looks at the incoming call, then walks somewhere else to take the call...
Aaron Yishmir: I have to go. There's an emergency at the hospital.
Aaron Yishmir: Come find me at the hospital when you've made your decision.
Luke: All right.
Before you and Luke can say goodbye, Aaron pushes open the door and leaves the Antique Shop in a hurry.
