(Inspecting crime scene) *Sniffing blood* Hmm... Looks like this one shit himself. Bladder must've been empty. Third assault in as many days, and they're only getting bloodier by the moon. Spatter paints quite a violent beatdown, not to mention the bite to bunny-boy's jugular... Someone using low-rent criminals as a punching bag and a tasting menu, but who?

My name is officer Jesse Tombs. You know that, yet you refer to me as "junior", "sunshine" and "daddy's little girl" in constant relation to both my gender and my father. But the commissioner's dead, Rocco. And he raised me to sniff out both misogyny and inferiority complexes. So, would you like to discuss the older sibling, who didn't treat you so nice? That shadow you can't escape and those deep, uneasy feelings of inadequacy? Or, would you rather just get to fucking work?

Fine, just-- *sigh* Please. Remember my name. Tombs. And find me if you ever need help... or if you know anything about who's guilty here.