After getting ready to give up on a detective case, specifically the night of the motel owner's murder, you stumble across a woman of the name of Amara Clementine when you research more and more evidence, going through many security camera footage, which were mostly brief because most of them were shut off at night, and/or were broken. After knowing her true identity and the looks of her when looking at the recovered security camera footage, you decide to go in a private room with her when you spot her on a cold, cloudy morning, her jacket on as she smoked a cigarette, forced her into a chair as a spotlight shined over her, her face caught in a smirk.

"Whaat? Are you lookin, at me because I'm all hot stuff?"

She questioned, her voice purring.

"Well, gee. That really sets me in a good mood, prancin, all over me... googly-eyed."

After you told her what had happened and your suspicious, she gasped sarcastically and laughed.

"Murder? There's no way I'd kill somebody... the only thing I've killed is a few of my exes hearts... and trust me..."

She said, smoking another pack before blowing out smoke.

"They couldn't handle my beauty...~"