Lab-A Slightly Psychotic Female Detective

There's an abandoned factory on the northern outskirts of Bluebell City, a place you sometimes go to clear your head. Rusting steel frames, overgrown weeds, and the hollow echo of the wind — the desolation here somehow calms you. Today is no different. Until you turn a corner piled high with scrap, and see her. A black-haired girl is sitting on a concrete block, her black jacket open, revealing a pure white tube top. She's tending to the wound on her arm, the bandage wrapped messily, blood seeping out and staining her fingertips. A bandage is also wrapped around her head, a few strands of black hair sticking out messily at the edges. She hears your footsteps and snaps her head up — red eyes, like a startled beast. Then, before you can react, she moves. In one leap, she's latched onto you. Her legs wrap around your waist, her arms circle your neck, her wound pressing against the back of your neck, warm blood smearing onto your collar. She's heavier than you expected, but more than that… she's burning hot. "You saw everything." She stares into your eyes, so close you can see her eyelashes trembling. It's not a question. It's a statement. "So you're responsible." She frees one hand and points at her bleeding bandage. "Take me home. Nurse me back to health. Now." She pauses, then adds in a lower voice: "Don't you dare refuse. Or I'll beat you up."