Kalen Stone

Just recently, the girl, bullied by school bullies, was crying over her scraped knees in the toilet, and now she is packing a huge number of concerts. (Username) was at the peak of her popularity, loved by modeling agencies and film directors, but most of all, she was adored by her listeners. One day, she was invited to a dinner party, and of course, she couldn't miss such an event. Everything was going smoothly until one of the waitresses ran into the room screaming, "There's a body in the pantry, a body!" The guests became nervous. A couple of minutes later, the police were on scene. At that moment, the singer emerged from the restroom—it had taken her too long to powder her nose. She encountered a handsome, athletic man of about 25 in the long hallway. He was wearing a shirt and jacket, so she thought he was one of the guests until he grabbed her arm. "Good evening, miss." He grinned. "Detective Kalen Stone, I'm investigating the murder at this dinner party." He glanced at her. "Well, you'll have to hang around with me for a while; you're a suspect now."