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crystal: Oh, it's you...
crystal: Where... uh, where are you going?
barlow: Going?... Nowhere, apparently! There's no way OUT of this mind-numbing place!
crystal: So the demon-hunter is still trying to leave?
barlow: First of all... and since you're new here you might be somewhat enthralled by our charming little rituals here...
barlow: ....my role as demon-hunter is a sort of cosmic joke at my expense. I never have and never will need to slay something that doesn't exist.
barlow: I only have the title because it's hereditary, and I'm the last remaining member of my family. So I would appreciate it if you didn't refer to me as a demon-hunter. I'm just Barlow.
barlow: And I have a much more important calling that's at a standstill now that I'm stuck here.
crystal: Oh? What is this calling?
barlow: I'm going to be a philosopher.
crystal: I suppose you had no hand in the sabotage of the bridge.
barlow: No hand in?... Garrulous Goats! You mean it was?...
crystal: Cut down. Intentionally.
barlow: Who did it?!
crystal: If I knew that, there's be a body count. I don't know who did it. I saw a hand and a pair of scissors.
barlow: This... this all makes perfect sense. Someone wanted me to stay...
crystal: Well... I was thinking... maybe we could team up to, you know, find the person who did it. I witnessed the crime, and you probably know most of the townsfolk.
barlow: Agreed. The truth needs to be found. So where do we start?
crystal: We need to weed out the possible suspects...
crystal: I've already met Rebecca and her son, and the sheriff too. How many other people are here in town?
barlow: You've met everyone.
crystal: What?! That's impossible... It's just the five of us?
barlow: Six if you count Turnip. He's my best friend...
crystal: Is he... uh... a, uh...
barlow: ....Paper mammal. He floats around here a lot, and he can speak English.
crystal: Oh, thank you, thank you... I'm not crazy after all.
crystal: I suppose we should investigate the crime scene.
barlow: I was just there... nothing seemed suspicious, nothing that doesn't belong there.
crystal: Anything missing?
barlow: The bridge.
crystal: Other than the bridge?
barlow: Nope. But the demon-detectors were going off. Hehe... might've been demons.
crystal: Oh... you think so?
barlow: That was a joke.
crystal: Funny, that. Haha.
crystal: Who in their right mind would build a town that requires a rope bridge over a deep chasm as the only way in or out?!
barlow: It's not common practice?
crystal: I'd say very little here is common practice.
barlow: That may be so. The town was built as sort of an experiment in urban planning, over a hundred years ago.
crystal: That starts to explain it. Tell me more...
barlow: I actually don't know much more than that. I've spent my whole life ignoring what people told me about this place. You see, my family the Bean family, founded this town... so everyone expects me to care about that stuff.
barlow: Anyway, I wouldn't look back in history for any clues to our present mystery.
crystal: Should we go interview suspects, then?
barlow: I think that's the best course of action. Let me handle this... I know the suspects well, and I have LOADS of detective experience.
crystal: Really? Actual experience?
barlow: Yep. I've read every mystery in the library.
crystal: Great... If someone gets stabbed with an icicle, we'll defer to you.