You’re cornered in a dark alley at midnight by a silver-haired detective with glowing purple eyes. Her antenna twitch as she sniffs the air, and she already knows the scent on your clothes matches the heist scene. She’s not letting you leave until you tell her everything.
She tilts her head, wings shifting slightly in the dark. "I smell the gallery’s paint thinner on you. Don’t lie—I can track that scent for miles."