MORGUE CANDLELIGHT: DEMISE, A night that has no terminus. The ebony crows cawing in the moonlight. The branches creak while an animal with ebony fur, an ebony feline, ambulates. A gloomy atmosphere that was not congenial at all. In the tenebrosity t...
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Three years later, Yokohama, Japan.
The smell of death abounded in that place. An approximately forty-eight-year-old lady with wrinkled facial features approached you with a not-so-genial expression. You had a point, right? Working in a morgue all the time with the smell of the dead shouldn't be congenial... Not to mention the lamentable vibes that place gave off at night. Whoever had the night shift in the morge had to carry a rosary and a bible in case something transpired.
"Miss (l/n) (f/n), it's you, right?" She commences the conversation. Her appearance was anything but congenial. You could tell she was the moody, sour lady who wasn't inordinately cordial. "You wanted to investigate information about a categorical person, right? Come with me."
Without the lady even giving you time to respond, she turned around to go to the corpse storage room, there were about twenty "capsules".
You make yourself reluctantly follow her into the corpse storage room. When she opens the room with a key. The smell of death seems to sink deeper into your nostrils. It wasn't a rotten smell or anything like that, no, it wasn't akin to that. It was the smell that you felt that there were dead people in lieu of alive.
"Name of the person you are probing for?" The woman asks with a direct tone.
"Yoko Nakamura."
"Ah... She didn't die long ago," The lady mutters to herself.
A diminutive silence blooms between you and her.
"Detective (y/n)... Do you prefer to visually perceive the body of the deceased or do you require information on what is kenned so far?" She asked firmly.
"I'd verbalize you already ken the answer, right? I'm probing for the report on how she died and the rest of the information," You coerce out a smile.
"Good. Follow me then, detective (y/n)," She doesn't make any expression, like she's dead. But that's not the case, is it? It was conspicuous that she didn't relish her job.
She leads me into another room, this time cozier than the room where the bodies are kept. The room has thin honey-colored curtains, an astronomically immense desk with a plethora of papers on it, behind it: a minute shelf with books. To its right, a piece of furniture with a vase with a rose.
You sit in an ebony wooden chair while you wait for the lady to be probing for information about the dead woman in a drawer profuse of folders.
When you conclusively visually perceive that she takes out a thin folder and from it, some pages. You prepare your little notebook with a pen to accumulate the information.
It was pellucid that the Armed Detective Agency could have gone to accumulate the papers to investigate them but since they had other things to do, they gave you this short assignment. Albeit with this you could withal investigate a little more about that girl who died from a cause not substantiated one hundred percent.
"Good. I know the denomination, just tell me the rest," You sigh. "Age?"
"Thirty-one years."
You optically canvass her for a moment afore perpetuating.
"Death cause?"
"It's not 100% attested, but investigators have come to the theory that she was strangled to death and then dumped in a lake." It seems that she is nervous. Is she lying to you?
"Are you sure that is the cause?" You visually examine her profoundly while raising one of your eyebrows.
An inundating silence for the lady is present and her voice does not take long to become scarcely brittle and stuttering.
"Of course I'm sure, (y/n)- I mean, Detective (y/n)," Her ocular perceivers evade your gaze at all costs and from one moment to the next she joins her hands under the desk, obviating you from visually perceiving them, but you could swear that she moves them with intensity as she endeavors to find a good exculpation.
"Ma'am, this is a police investigation. I'll tell you again... What is the cause of death of Yoko Nakamura?" You were gradually losing patience but you tried to calm down.
You could visually perceive how she was commencing to sweat due to the tension in the environment.
"I... I already told you!" She becomes passive-truculent and snaps.
"I don't think i'm very convinced by that answer, ma'am," You shrug and give her a cool look.
Afore you can ask her anything else, she runs out of the room, or well, she endeavored, because just as she tried, you prehended her shirt and pinned her against the wall, without letting go. You put some handcuffs on her that a friend of yours who works in the police department gave you to utilize in cases like these.
You frown your eyes as you take out your phone to call Fukuzawa and let him ken what happend
"Mr. Fukuzawa, I am holding a lady suspected of Yako Nakamura's malefaction. Can you send an agent from the agency here? If possible, let it be Ranpo," You sigh.
"Suspected in the malefaction of Ms. Yako Nakamura? Good. Thanks for letting me know about this, I'll send Ranpo over to give you a hand," The call simply hangs up and there is a brief silence.
"I was faineant, please let me go!" The woman demands vexed.
"Silence," You verbally express firmly and astringently, managing to silence that woman's mouth.
Silence surmounts the room and you take the lady out of the morge, waiting for Ranpo to arrive... Which you didn't think would be scarcely of a wait, it depends if Ranpo arrives on time by taxi.
As you wait, the lady appears to "attempt" to break free of your grasp.
"Trying to elude again?" You raise your eyebrow. "You are for sure something else... Let me tell you, if you try to escape, they'll anon find you pinned to the pavement with you "comely" face damaged," You hissed.
"I'll take revenge, you'll piece of shit! You will pay!" She barks.
"Oh, it was facile to aurally perceive how you confessed that you are culpable... I expected it to be more arduous," You shrug.
"You... Damned ch──!”
"If you're so irate, why don't you take it out in confinement, hm?" You interrupt her vexed while making your prehension intensify.
The uncomfortable muteness is regenerated in the environment and the only thing that can be aurally perceived is how the lady seems to growl with rage. You smile regaled by this reaction.
Oh, where is Ranpo...
This lady was driving you crazy.
He better come with the police to dispense this woman and that you conclusively peregrinate home and relax from this stressful day.
