Brenna blinked in the low light trying to get her eyes adjusted. What the heck was going on? And would it sell any papers? She glanced around and was takin aback at the strange array of people present. An old man with a cane, a surfer "dude" and a man that looked as though he belonged in a bookstore. Hmm curious, she would have to investigate and see what was going on. She walked up to the bookish man first, he looked the most approachable "HI, my names Brenna, I'm an affiliate with the World News Today. So what do we have here? A murder" she asked the last part jokingly as she tapped her riding boot on the floor.

Many people were now crowded inside the entranceway to the mansion. Still, no-one seemed that eager to move forward. And furthermore, what caused a frown to appear on Grut's face, was that no-one except for a well-dressed younger man reacted to the sharp rap he had made from his cane. They're all deaf... he mouthed with distaste. In fact, this whole place made him have a feeling of distaste.

But his frown was due to droop further.

"Sherlock Holmes?" Grut took his pipe out of his mouth and looked directly at this young son. "So where's my magnifier glass, I ask? I ain't some old British snoop."

Rather than approach the young male, Grut simply lifted his cane and pointed it directly at the kid's chest. "You, my young rascal, need to wipe that smile off your face before you wear out your cheekbones. What a good life you'd live then, hmm? And didn't you read the sign out front? No headphones?"

Shaking his head, Grut noticed a long-haired lady happily approach the man who had just stated his name as Quincy. Even the females are too jolly in this eerie hall. An older man had also appeared next to them, whose voice almost made Grut cry.

"Life doesn't last forever, Grandpa," he shot at the purple tie on the man's chest, while jabbing his pipe back between his teeth.