This is Perfectly "Legal" (Open)

Aristocrats rarely dabbled in matters that were dirty. Not literally anyway. Pompous parties and high horses were more their style. While it was not unheard of that some of them sunk their hands into the metaphorical pile of criminal dung that was rotting beneath the city with no sign of ever stopping, Zoa was still caught off guard by this apparent pursuit of answers for a crime he had yet to comprehend fully.

As the casket opened however, and the lady herself commented on its content, he began piecing things together. The tiny glowing light hovering above his little figure floated over and across the gravestone. It carried the name he had been looking for. Something that made more sense with increasing thought spent on the issue.

All evidence directed towards death of the missing person. A hybrid daughter of a family had gone missing just four weeks ago. The family had hired him to find her. From the get-go his promises for success of the mission were set low. Missing people that were found were usually found the dead. The rest rarely turned up again. At least not in this city.

But a human gravesite. It answered some questions. His gaze met the aristocrat's. The woman's boots were still mostly clean. She had come all the way from home, her clothes not the usual fancy. She had targeted this place intentionally. And intentionally at such a time of night. Zoa was rooted to his spot, observing what transpired. "Yes, my name is heard throughout the city. I can imagine my figure is a dead giveaway."

"The gravestone reads Luna Ackermann. Not her real name. The girl was named Emilia Heart. The family had contracted me to find her. At least now they will know what happened to her." Zoa's glance swept over the corpse once taking in several stretch marks on the neck. "What business would an aristocrat, even if a mortician, have with digging up graves? Either this is more constricted than I dared to imagine at first, or you are just very passionate about your profession, Miss Kylligan."

Zoa pulled out both hands from his pockets and crossed them over his chest. "My name has preceded me, but an introduction seems polite. Zoa von Ascheriit." He was still wary of fully disclosing everything he had found out about Emilia Heart. That she had gone into hiding, changed her name and face all to seemingly get away from an imminent threat. That he knew those who had smuggled her through the process of becoming a different person without the surface noticing anything. Aristocrats were not the most trustworthy bunch.