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A car engine sounded itself louder than the scream of a human being. A scream filled with nothing but torture and sorrow. Those screams are the only ones the detective hears daily. The screams of those who lost their loved ones to murders. It's like they themselves take a knife to the heart, ripping away the strings of emotion.

He got himself in the car, making his way to a known agency. It was a daily routine, getting up to solve once again another homicide. People never stop being awful to each other. Crime never sleeps. Never. Not even once to give a breath to those lost in those crimes. It was cruel. Ranpo hated it. He hated having to search dead bodies. It was disrespectful to the person, yet it was more disrespectful to let their death be forgotten. Forgotten like every memory they had gained. Memories are completely useless. Running on borrowed time.

A big sigh left his lips, his thoughts blurring his mind quickly. He stared out at the cold air circling around the heating car, it looked painful. The world looked dead, the grays and blacks pulsing around all of them.

What felt like hours was only 15 minutes, stepping out of the car and into the agency's doorway. The detective kept his head down to the ground, regretting even stepping into the damned building.

"Ranpo, glad you're here." A blond spoke out, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"There's a new case huh?"

"There always is."

"People never stop killing huh? Give me a break..." the blackette groaned to himself, sitting down on the chair next to his desk, spinning in it barely.

"Asking for a world with no crime is frankly impossible to say the least. Put more than 5 people into a room, guaranteeing no more than 2 people will walk out." Kunikida sighed to himself, pulling out stacks and books of papers and papers, they looked never ending.

"Who died this time...?" The detective sighed to himself, laying his head down onto the desk in silence.

"An important person surprisingly." The blond spoke sarcastically, another sigh leaving his mouth, his glasses getting pushed up the bridge of his nose once again.

"Another important person huh? When will they ever stop." Ranpo said, flipping through papers that were placed onto his desk from the blond. Kunikida continued talking, yet most of his mindless words were blocked out; the words on the page loud in his head.

HOMICIDE REPORT
Name of Person Killed : ???
Race : A
Sex : M
Age : 28
Residence of Person Killed : Yokohama, Japan

Reported By : Unknown Neighbor
Title or Relationship : N/A
Race : W
Sex : F
Age : 20
Address of Person Reporting : N/A

Offense or Reported (Crime) : MURDER
After Investigation Changed to : N/A

Officers Making Report : Doppo Kunikida
Day of Week : Sat
Date of Occurrence : 3/2/21
Time of Day : 7:30AM
Date Reported : 3/3/21
Time Reported : 4:20AM