TW: MENTION OF MURDER/ASSASSINATION, UNINTENDED SELF-HARM
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YOU GLANCED AT the white-haired male that sat across from you at your kitchen table, watching closely as he sat down at the chair.
The so-called Detective Satoru placed his round, black glasses in his breast pocket, his suit jacket scrunching at the movement.
Satoru's white, hair was slimmed down, some pieces falling over his eyes ever so slightly.
He had bright, blue eyes that looked unreal, completely getting your attention the minute he took his glasses off. White eyelashes framed the color, adding a more "magical" look to them.
A white shirt was tight against his muscular, but slim figure, giving a more pronounced significance to his muscles.
He wore black slacks with a Gucci belt to hold them up, and black dress shoes to finish the look. Satoru's long, veiny hands folded over his stomach, sitting up and looking around your house.
"May I ask why you're here, Detective Satoru?" You asked, making sure to give a soft and calming voice. Satoru hummed as he looked over you, giving you his full attention.
"Yes, apologies Miss Y/N." The male said, smiling as he folded his legs over one another. "You see, I have reason to believe that several people are after you."
You acted surprised, your eyes widening and your breath hitching in your throat. Satoru looked skeptical of your "shock" and drummed his fingers on his knuckles.
"Don't act so shocked, Rebel," Satoru said. Your eyes widened in actual shock this time and leaned back in your seat, frowning.
"Who is that? I'm sorry, Detective Satoru, but I—"
Satoru cut you off and placed his briefcase on the table, taking out an orange file and throwing it so it landed on the table and in front of you.
"Open that up, Miss Y/N."
You complied and gulped silently, letting your hands guide you up to the square file and opening the little slit. You pulled out several pictures of you walking in and out of buildings. As well as getting out of cars with your mask on. Several pictures also had you with your mask off, which you were either at your agency or going to a party of some sort.
You raised your eyebrow looking at the photos, examining them. Satoru looked at you as you did so, watching your reaction as you examined each and every picture of you.
"That could easily be two people, Detective Satoru." You stated, placing the pictures back in the file and closing it.
"But, it isn't. Surveillance reports that you went into the same stores, the same buildings, and the same cars." Satoru stated.
