I call me Inspector C. Solving mysteries since the womb, like why I was born out of wedlock. I don’t pursue the answers, they’re constantly knocking on my door. That’s why I live in a house swamped in papers, writing it all down until the truth be told. Any problems you have like why he don’t love you or why that one died and the other didn’t, just send them my way. I know these questions kill the soul so just pass them onto the pro.