It's only a red chair. Just a red chair in an empty shack -- with what looked like a…

It's only a red chair. Just a red chair in an empty shack -- with what looked like a dusty bow tie on the shelf. Nothing to see here, right?

[Discard thought.]

Sounds like we need to investigate it, then.

Investigate the blood red chair? You're going to leave it alone, Harry. That's what you're going to do.

You suddenly feel afraid of the chair. It looks like blood is peeling off it...

"Hey Kim, where are we?"

"In someone's abandoned shack. On the coast. In Martinaise..." He looks at you. "In Revachol."

He's afraid you've forgotten suddenly.

"What's with the red chair?"

"Nothing. It's just a piece of furniture." He looks at the chair gathering dust.

Red paint is peeling off it. Looks like blood, no?

"What's with the red bow tie?" (Show it to him.)

"It's just a piece of clothing you've picked up. You do that, officer -- you collect clothes sometimes."

He sounds a little worried. It's an odd habit.

Don't be worried, lieutenant. Clothes are therapeutic.

You better not fucking think about ditching me for some shitty cum stained bow tie. You and I are gearing up for the final showdown that's gonna be off all walls. You wait and see.

Your neck tie sounds very scared. NEVER take it off.

Yes. Agreed. You should never take your neck tie off. Ever.

You took me off for that shit? YOU FUCKING IDIOT! Put the horrific neck tie back on immediately -- or you will miss out on the FINAL SHOWDOWN. This is your last warning. Put me back on.

Your neck tie sounds very scared. It's unsafe not to wear it. Put it back.

"Could our suspect be staying here?"

"Here?" He looks around. "I don't see signs of recent habitation. This place is abandoned."

See? He doesn't like the vibration from the red chair either.

"All right. Let's move." [Finish thought.]