Grey Street. There's always something mysterious about the dark that lurks there. As night approaches subtly, the discord of bicycles and chattering die down. The streets become desolate and the lamp lights flicker. As most people like to describe it, the perfect hour for crime. While everyone prepares to shut down for the night, Juliet keeps her eyes keen. In front sits her trusty detective, sipping his warm brewed tea. He bites into the last biscuit on his plate before standing up. "Trust me, we'll uncover it."