An Original Story
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Two thousand years ago, the demon lord has been defeated by the heroes. The world had entered a new era of peace...
London, the industrial capital of the British capital. Its sky is covered in choking coal smoke and steam all day. The streets are lined up with narrow buildings made of bricks and stones. Every corner at the narrow street, the sound of gears and mechs turn filled the city with rhythm. The road is busy with automobiles powered by steam and diesel, replacing its horse carriage predecessors. Trains' whistle partnering with the rhythm of the gears created a melody as it enters and leaves the city.
At night, London is the few place in the world that lit up brightly at night. The streetlamps brightens every corner of the city, reflecting off of the cloud and steam in the air. London, is where people called the center of the world, the center of civilisation.
However, when the clock tower struck midnight. A sense of unease begin to settle at the British Museum, a museum housing collection of artefacts and treasures from all over the world. This sense of unease can be felt by the Scotland Yard constables, standing guard within the galleries.
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Lestrade: "..."
Scotland Yard detective, Inspector Leon Lestrade checks his pocket watch more frequently than ever. Everytime he lets out a grunt, his mane is shaken by his breath, before dropping the watch back into his pocket. And only after about thirty seconds, he checks again, the grunts once more.
Some constables standing next to him also getting affected by Lestrade's unease, soon they begin to feel the similar unsettling sensation as their Inspector.
Horned constable: "E-excuse me... sir?"
The beastman's head snaps to the constable with horns on his head, startling him as Lestrade stares into his eyes menacingly, almost like he is staring at his preys.
Lestrade: "What"
His voice is deep and intimidating, as if he this 'noise' the officer made is disturbing his focus.
Horned constable: "N-nothing... inspector. Just want to ask how did you find out they are going to hit the museum next?"
Lestrade stayed silent for a moment, before he groaned and answered the nervous constable.
Lestrade: "I don't"
Horned constable: "E-eh...? Y-you don't know!?"
Lestrade: "I do not know for sure. But I have studied their pattern, this museum is very likely to be their next target. We have constables scattered around the entire building, one move of them can be easily alert us no matter where they are within the museum"
Lestrade grits his razor sharp teeth as he continues to anticipate the oncoming break in, he is determined to put the thieves behind bar no matter the cost.
It has been nearly half a year since he took charge of this case, and for half a year he has gotten no lead and more importantly, made no arrests. He observed the thief duo more carefully the more he encountered them, he memorises their height, their traits, their ways of talking and their scent. But everytime, they just slipped by his paws with ease.
