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Margaret's second knock echoed through the room, a hesitant yet insistent tap. Caleb opened the door, a question lingering in his eyes. Margaret, her usual cheer now replaced with a solemn expression, stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Mr. De Vera," Margaret began, her voice shaky. "I just thought you should know. The detectives, they concluded that Rose's death was a suicide."

Caleb's brow furrowed in thought, processing the stark shift from uncertain circumstances to a seemingly definitive conclusion. "Suicide? But how could they be so sure?"

Margaret's eyes brimmed with an intensity that hinted at a brewing storm within. "That's what I said, sir. But they seem convinced. I overheard them talking, and they think it's an open-and-shut case."

Caleb remained silent, absorbing the unexpected turn of events. The virtual world's allure and the mysteries within were momentarily eclipsed by the harsh reality unfolding in the confines of his home.

Margaret, unable to contain her frustration, blurted out, "But I don't buy it, sir! I know Rose, and she wasn't the type to take her own life. There's more to this story, and those detectives are just being lazy!"

Her outburst carried a raw emotion, a blend of sorrow and anger that hung in the air. Caleb watched as Margaret paced, her hands gesturing passionately as she explained her doubts about the detective's conclusion.

"I found her room, sir. There were signs – signs that something wasn't right. It didn't look like a suicide scene. The detectives didn't even bother to check properly. They just want to close the case without digging deeper."

Margaret's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her loyalty to Rose evident in every word she spoke. "Rose was cheerful, always smiling. I've known her for years, and I just can't believe she would do this to herself. There's got to be someone or something behind this, and those detectives are just brushing it aside!"

Caleb, still processing the shock of Rose's death, listened intently to Margaret's passionate assertions. The room became a haven for unspoken grief and suspicions that lingered in the air.

"I understand, Margaret," Caleb finally said, his voice a calm anchor amidst the emotional storm. "I'll look into it, okay? We won't let this go without finding the truth."

Margaret nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and desperation. "Thank you, sir. Rose deserves justice, and I won't rest until we get it."

As Margaret left, her emotional turmoil echoed in the corridor, leaving Caleb alone with a heavy responsibility. The juxtaposition of the virtual adventure that had initially captivated him and the stark reality of a life lost pulled at the edges of his consciousness.

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Caleb's room became a sanctuary of contemplation as he paced its confines, the news of Rose's alleged suicide lingering heavily on his mind. The mention of lazy detectives who had seemingly settled for a convenient conclusion fueled a surge of frustration within him.

The room echoed with the sound of Caleb's measured footsteps, each step a heartbeat in sync with the rhythm of his racing thoughts. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that Rose's vibrant spirit and the warmth she exuded were incompatible with the notion of a self-inflicted end.

His mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions – frustration at the detectives' perceived negligence, grief over Rose's untimely departure, and an underlying determination to uncover the truth. The virtual adventure that had initially captivated him now took a backseat to the urgency of resolving the real-world mystery that had unfolded within the walls of his home.

Caleb sank into a chair, contemplating the idea of Rose taking her own life. It seemed inconceivable. She was the embodiment of positivity, a cheerful presence that had brightened the lives of those around her. The contrast between the Rose he knew and the tragic circumstances of her death left a perplexing void in his understanding.

"Why would she do this?" Caleb murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on an imaginary puzzle that demanded solving. The pieces didn't fit; the cheerful girl who had faced life with unwavering optimism seemed incongruent with the notion of a suicide victim.

A surge of shitty determination sparked within Caleb. He wouldn't accept the lazy conclusion drawn by the detectives. Rose deserved justice since she was one of their employees.

The Undead Devouring Human Dragon Transformation, once a beacon of excitement, now seemed like a distant echo. The thrill of testing his new form momentarily faded as Caleb prioritized the investigation into Rose's death.

With a resolute nod, Caleb made a conscious decision. Testing his new form could wait. Rose's story needed to be told, and the truth had to be unearthed. He grabbed a notebook and a pen.

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"You guys are being lazy," Caleb asserted bluntly, the accusation hanging in the air. The detectives, seemingly unfazed, glanced at each other before fixing their gaze on Caleb, their expressions carrying an air of nonchalance.

Detective Hernandez, a middle-aged man with a hardened demeanor, replied, "Kid, we've been at this for years. We know when a case is straightforward. This one's no different."

Caleb, undeterred, crossed his arms. "Straightforward? Rose was anything but straightforward. She was cheerful, full of life. I refuse to believe she'd take her own life."

Detective Martinez, a younger counterpart with an air of indifference, chimed in. "Look, we've got reasons to believe it's suicide. Three, in fact."

Caleb's skepticism deepened, but he listened attentively as Detective Martinez listed their reasons.
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"First, there's a knife in her room. A clear sign of self-harm," Detective Martinez began, his tone matter-of-fact.

Caleb raised an eyebrow. "A knife? People have knives in their kitchens, Detective. It doesn't mean they're planning to use them on themselves."

Undeterred, Detective Hernandez continued, "Second, we consulted with a psychologist. Rose had underlying psychological problems. The kind that could lead to such actions."

Caleb's frustration mounted, but he withheld his retort, listening to the final reason.

"And finally," Detective Martinez concluded, "we found a suicide note. Written by Rose herself."

Caleb's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. The detectives had presented their case, but Caleb's gut instinct resisted the neat narrative they painted.

"You're missing something," Caleb retorted, his voice firm. "Rose was not the type to leave a suicide note. She believed in facing problems head-on, not leaving cryptic messages behind. This doesn't add up."

Detective Hernandez sighed, exchanging a glance with his partner. "Kid, we understand it's hard to accept, but sometimes, people hide their pain well. And sometimes, they surprise everyone."

Caleb's frustration simmered beneath the surface, but he nodded, acknowledging their perspective. Deep down, though, he remained unconvinced. The tidy explanations provided by the detectives seemed to oversimplify the complexities of Rose's vibrant and complex life.