GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐆𝐨𝐝❜𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞...𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?

Twenty Years Later.

Disclaimer: This chapter features illusions of suicide. 

Play Abbey By Mitski.

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The Tokyo Department of Police stood as a silent witness to the relentless passage of time, its walls echoing with the whispers of seasons long gone, never to be remembered by those who didn't grace its halls.

It had endured the sharp sting of reprimand, the bitter taste of public scorn, the suffocating smoke of destruction, and the painstaking labour of rebirth. Yet, amidst the rubble, it had risen to be celebrated for its unyielding spirit. Time, the great sculptor it was, had a way of carving out the essence of humanity that pulsed within its heart and hatred, for as strong as it may have been, had a way of being forgotten. The once vibrant flames of passion and dedication had dimmed, but their embers still glowed faintly in the memories of those who recalled the events that had taken place many moons ago.

In the hushed alcoves where the elders convened, their eyes clear and unswayed by the gleam of new facades, they sat encircled by relics of a tumultuous past. The scent of aged paper and rusted metal mingled in the air, a poignant reminder of a symphony silenced, a melody that spoke of hidden sorrows and veiled horrors.

These venerable sentinels, keepers of history's silent screams, would murmur to those who dared to listen about the unspeakable deeds that superiors went to great lengths to bury. Their stories were woven into the very fabric of the station that had stood as nothing more in modern Tokyo than an expected building of safety.

Life went on as it always did, how it had to...Despite whatever may follow.

Autumn was the most resented time at the station, the winter's opening act of a first chill blowing in new groups of recruits and fresh faces eager to serve a city they had walked in with full naivete needed them. Immature as it may have been for longtime Detectives who were lectured endlessly they should feel appreciative of passing on their knowledge, there was something invasive in inviting in recruits, even if they were aware of the hypocrisy since they had been the rookies once upon a time.

Still, they supposed they should have been grateful a fraction of the public had an interest in law enforcement in the modern age and it was never anything but an ego boost to have twenty-somethings hanging onto their every word or obeying each order without a hint of humour or objection, there naivete, feigned or otherwise that fetching coffees or filing paperwork was going to leave a profound impact on there betters or help to enhance the stations opinion of them as a whole. Hell, some may have been cocky enough to assume a polite smile and agreeable attitude would be enough to catapult their career into highs never reached by elders who had worked tirelessly at the station for decades.

They had been separated into groups of the division they wished to join, Officers and Detectives alike being placed on one of the three floors apart from one another to start their first day on the job with renewed excitement and the latter standing idly by in the lobby, the most sought after position having a head who had taken his sweetest time in arriving to do his part in setting them up during this test run for employment. Many had awaited the hour passing with sour scrunched-up expressions and a bitter tongue, never content with themselves as they stood like mannequins to be mocked by occasional civilians passing through to report the most minor of inconveniences or drunken lepers of society cackling on their way out after a night of foul-mouthed repertoire in whatever dive bar that would serve them.