A splatter of crimson blood across tile. Moonlight cast its silver glow across the kitchen, disturbed yet frozen in time, from an opened window. UV lights painted the scene in a dreamlike haze as masked men in white buzzed wordlessly about the room. Detective Hajiri stepped into view, eyes fixed to the scarlet crowned figure laying face up on the floor.
"You think this one's connected to the Empire?" A policeman pulled on latex gloves, turning to his coworker with a furrowed brow.
"You see that gun?" Hajiri gestured to the revolver in the victim's hand, kneeling down for a closer look. "Looks like a U.S. model; we both know Kojima's got a chokehold on the arms trade. Can you hold that up? I want a serial number."
He carefully angled the barrel towards the inspector who promptly pulled out his notebook, "You haven't been in the trade for years. Things change."
"You called me here for a reason, right? Then you should trust my judgment." He stood up from the body and began to survey the room more closely. "It's too clean a job to be anything else."
"Their saying it was a suicide." The gruff cop raised.
"Very well could've been; doesn't mean it wasn't connected."
"But he was so young." The policeman pressed, still near to the floor, eyes fixed on the lifeless, young figure before him with equal parts scrutiny and pity.
"He wasn't young."
"17 is young, Kojima."
"No it's not," The detective stated, matter-of-factly, now turned away from the scene. Moonlight traced a silver line across his features, lighting only his narrowed eyes. "They recruit them young. Much younger than this. By 17, you're so deep in blood, there's no turning back.."
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Detective Hajiri; Volume One
Mystery / Thriller"He wasn't young." "Seventeen is young, Kojima." "No it's not," The detective stated, matter-of-factly, now turned away from the scene. Moonlight traced a silver line across his features, lighting only his narrowed eyes. "They recruit them young. Mu...
