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Los Angeles, California
They say romance isn't supposed to be a tragedy. Be that as it may, aren't all the greatest love stories a little tragic? Love is always a tiny bit heartbreaking, yet beautiful. Two people who fall in love, but ultimately it's doomed to fail. You experience a full range of emotions. Tragedy is great suffering, destruction, and distress.
It's also death. A slow, burning death.
So when Shinobi Waters was found dead in the bedroom of his downtown Los Angeles loft two months ago, Elite became the prime suspect. His new girlfriend, Sarahi, was also found deceased in the walk-in closet. Who else could've done it? Who else could've wanted them dead?
The scene was gruesome making detectives believe it was deeply personal and someone they knew.
Shinobi had been stabbed over and over again, his throat was slit, and he was shot in the head. Sarahi was stabbed in the neck and head several times. The wound on her neck nearly decapitated her. They were both found lying in pools of blood a few days later.
The first question the homicide investigator had was "Who?" Who did this?
The police launched their investigation into Elite, his ex-girlfriend, and she had no idea. That's why when they arrested her early this morning she was caught off guard.
They dragged her out of her brother's house in handcuffs saying there's a warrant for her arrest. They didn't say what the warrant was for nor did she ask. Something in Elite just knew she'd be on the top of the list for suspects.
Now the question that needs to be answered is "Why?" They're hoping to get an answer from Elite herself...
Sitting in a small room meant for interrogations, she writhes her wrists trying to somehow make the metal around them more comfortable. She's freezing cold in the stark, lonely room. They brought her in here from the much worse jail cell what feels like forever ago.
Anyone has yet to come in and speak to her. She's trying her hardest to appear calm. From watching tv shows, she knows she's being recorded and watched. Elite lets out a long sigh mumbling to herself.
She can hear footsteps outside the door, so she straightens up anticipating someone potentially entering. Apparently, the two detectives stand outside of the door trying to figure out how to go about questioning her.
Finally, the man out of the duo walks in wearing a suit. Elite shoots a smile his way as if this is a normal interaction then it quickly fades. Why are you smiling? she turns it off realizing right now isn't the time to throw out fake niceties.
"Let me get those off you," Detective Roland walks around the chair removing the handcuffs.
"Thank you," she says faintly using the sweeter, more feminine side of her voice. She shakes out her wrists before repositioning herself in the confining chair. She's in need of a good stretch as her body feels cramped, but she doesn't move. She's paralyzed with fear.
