<div style="text-align: justify;">Joanna was, indeed, a small girl. Yet, living in that decadent building, she could not really expect someone else to open and close that metal monster for her every time she had to enter or exit the building, right? After closing the gate and taking a deep breath, Joanna had led Jonathan up the stairs, and to her apartment. The idea that her apartment had been broken into was a strange one. Even though she worked for a wealthy banker, Joanna was far from being rich herself - hence the apartment in the old and poorly kept building. But probably, whoever had been in her apartment exactly on the day she had woken up with a corpse by her side didn't really want money.<br/><br/>Joanna shook her head, confused, and allowed Jonathan to push her behind him. All that was too strange, and too confusing. And, Joanna had to admit, extremely scary.<br/><br/>Seeing that someone had gone in and gone through her things made Joanna frown. At Jonathan's apology, Joanna shrugged her shoulders after looking at the papers he had in hand. "It is nothing I cannot do again", the girl murmured vaguely. The sheets of paper, covered on a neat handwriting, had what seemed to be a list of dates, places and expenses.<br/><br/>Walking in - her legs threatening not to keep her standing for much longer -, Joanna let herself fall on a chair that seemed to be older than herself. The girl's hands were trembling, and she looked a little pale and really tired, all of a sudden. It was almost as if something had been given to her, and the effect was just now starting to run off. "I... I really need to lie down. Do you mind? All of this is... too much for me."<br/><br/>Joanna looked around, trying to keep her eyes open. "Would you look into the bedroom? I really don't want to find a surprise there..."</div>