Detective Rob Hood light the cigarette he had and took a long drag on it as he stared down at the mutilated body of a young woman, maybe her late teens or early twenties. Her throat had been slit and her body broken, it wasn't pretty. Rob had seen a lot of crazy shit as a detective in Fabletown in the 15 tears he worked on the upper west side of Manhattan, this was the first murder he had seen. He currently had no leads, but that never stopped him before. He took another drag before he flicked the cigarette and turned to the brutalized blonde bombshell he recognized as Cinderella. "Don't worry kid, I'll find who did this to you."