[ WP ] You were born without eyes or ears . However , you are omniscient within 20 feet . You 've used this to become a successful detective . Now you 're needed on a special case . They call this criminal `` the invisible man '' .

`` So why do we need this guy's help again?'' Jesse asked. The two detectives from Hillside Police Department were walking down a very shady alley. It was around 10, 2 hours after the most recent murder and instead of hunting down clues they were walking down this alley in one of the worst parts of Hellia, not that Barton cared. 
 
 `` This guy,..... he's special I think. Not quite sure, pretty damn odd, oh and whatever you do, do not think of freak or anything related to that with 10ish ft. We're not quite sure how far it extends.'' Barton answered him. He opened the door and the two detectives walked into a long hallway. As they began to move forward Barton began murming. 
 
 `` What are you saying? Special? The hell is anyone in this shithole special for other than maybe the times they've been caught. `` 
 
 Barton snorted. `` You remember the famous Red Lady case a few years?'' 
 
 `` Yah, back when I was a beat cop, nobody could catch him, IQ high as the fucking sky or something. No evidence, no witnesses, nothing.'' 
 
 `` This guy solved it, within a week.'' 
 
 `` Wait, what? I thought you did?'' Jesse inquired. 
 
 `` He... he does n't like the attention too much. Said it would n't do much for marketing or something like that.'' 
 
 `` Okay, hold up old man. What are we doing here?'' 
 
 Barton grinned. At the end of the unnaturally long hallway was a door with a glazed glass front. It read'Jack' and under it'Private Investigator of all Manner of Unatural and Natural Crimes.' 
 
 `` Why do n't you see for yourself.'' Barton replied opening the door and gesturing him to go forward. 
 
 As they entered the large rectangular room, rather monotone of a lot of things. A wide dark wooden desk in the middle a few boxes stacked to the right and another table with a plant to the left. Overall, it was quite underwhelming. It did n't look like those old timey PI rooms where everything was a mess and there were booze bottles and cigarette butts everywhere on the desk. It was neat, only because there was anything on desk. A large sofa sat in front of the desk and behind the desk a very particular and odd man sat. His hands were clasped and he looked rather..... fashionable. A white dress shirt under a black vest and dress pants. But that was n't what caught Jesse's eyes when he looked at the man. 
 
 `` Uh... and you are?'' Politely trying and failing to stare at the obvious deformities of the man. He did n't have ears or eyes for that matter. 
 
 `` Please Barton I'll have you elaborate, while I go pour us some drinks.'' He answered getting up moving towards the table on left. 
 
 `` Found him a few decades back, a cult of some sort trying to create a God I think. On the altar they cut of his ears spread acid across his eyeballs, then removed it. They were gon na do the same to his voice and nose pretty sure but that's when SWAT team busted in. You were about 5? Maybe 6 if I recall correctly.'' 
 
 `` Quite.'' He answered. 
 
 `` Wait, how did he..... his ears?'' Jesse looked back as the man returned with 3 glasses of scotch. 
 
 `` We... think the ritual worked to an effect. He wo n't tell us.'' 
 
 `` Gentlemen we are n't here to discuss me, we're here to talk about Isabella. Please stop standing by the door, Ma'am, come in, come in. I've even poured you a glass of scotch, just like how you enjoy it. We've got plenty of room for you Isabella and we can see if I can clear your good name honey.''
