It's bandaged facade stunted down an alleyway like the opening red carpet , it's pocket watch dangling on an obsidian chain signing in tune to the rhythm of its softly menacing footsteps, on the opposite end of the alleyway was the chief investigator, caked in a tar black fashion choice holding tattered brown documents that'd cost anybody else three arms and their life.... But she had had her ways, her tailcoat clinging to her legs out of fear, fear that it seemed to be able to manipulate on a whim

"good afternoon madame, I assume you rescued those papers from the untimely demise from the vicious Jaws of a paper shredder?" floated out of its silver tongue dancing along the air like thieves in the night

The assailant lacked this finece and bluntly replied with" just in the nick of time.... The commissioner was abou-"

Ever one to put on a show it couldn't allow such a simple statment to control the conversation so it intertected with" madame may I remind you of our arrangement? Whose the commissioner as of tommorow Iif these documents are delivered? You that's right. Now don't sully me with the details, just give them here and the first stepping stone is yours"

"..... Is... Is it really worth planting the seeds to ruin an entire company that doesn't exist really worth.."

"you want to know who his father is, don't you? Poor little Janus forever tied to his dear old mum for support, don't you want to know who left the child? Don't you want to show them how grateful you are?"

"no.... No I just want to being up Janus in a secure.... Safe family.... That's all that matters. I don't care who he is..... As long as he still remembers the child he abandoned...."

" very well." there was no need for a fancier statment, its previous dialogue had snuck in through the cracks of the assailant breaking down what little doubts she had into splinters that lacked any power to halt the further onslaught of its devious dealing

the brown documents are held out resentfully by the soon to be commissioner with powerless doubts in her mind screaming for her not to do such a thing.... But it's hand had dug it's hooks into the papers and soon they were in its white gloved hand, sticking out like a broken bone among muscle tissue

" thank you madame, you'll find your first clue within the fury of that of which even a flare cannot compare, then again in the land of the rising sun nothing could even hope to do such a thing"

"..... Thank you.... I assume like last time there's going to be a transcript of that hence giving the ability to ignore the imperfect recollection of a memory?"

"correct, when you've acquired the knowledge you know where to stand trial at to receive your next task detective"

"whatever.....like i said all I care about is Janus...."



they both walk out the way they entered the alleyway in a similar fashion as to how they entered, as discretely as white mice patrolling the snowy plains of a nuclear winter, in its hand lays the ragged papers the years had forgotten, "the kijiro project : terimaku's shattered spotlight"*



"akifumi terimaku where are you. Are you dead? Are you confined to their underground facilities? Let's let the court spin the wheel and see where their dart lands"

as the crowd on the street thickens he resumed his acting, acting in time to everyone else around, preparing his prosecution that not even God himself would be able to object to