9. Epilogue
I went to the Red Light District. The most dangerous street in Amsterdam. A hive of villainy and scum. There, I met my man, Hermes. He handed me an envelope labeled TOP SECRET and told me that it was up to me to finish the investigation of the murdered celebrity.
“The red lights hold all the answers”, he said, and disappeared in the darkness. I ended up alone, staring at the lights, thinking about my upcoming adventure.
THE END