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!Part 2!
"Breaking News."
The sounds of cracking ice and clanking cups—the soft music of jazz and chatter of customers filled the underground bar. A certain burgundy-haired detective sat against the counter, a drink of lemonade in one hand as digits traced over the patterned bumps of the glass.
"A recent thievery by the infamous Phantom Thief leaves the public in shock. Police are still investigating the scene of the crime, determined to catch the perpetrator."
A whirl of emotions gnawed at his heart—should he be angry? Disappointed? Sad? Did it even matter how he felt at this point?
"Please report any suspicious individuals. And as always, remain safe and cautious of those around you."
"You can never trust anyone these days."
Heizou watched with tired eyes as the bartender refilled his cup of lemonade. "Everyone loved 'em, y'know? Playin' Robin Hood n' all that jazz."
The detective downed the drink, the sweet liquid doing nothing to erase the bitter taste in his mouth. The small television hanging behind the counter continued to display the recent news. An especially sickening title that had shook the entire public—including him.
BREAKING NEWS: THE PHANTOM THIEF SUSPECTED OF MURDER.
"I just don't believe it." Heizou mumbled, impatiently tapping at the rim of the glass. "None of their thefts harmed anyone— nonetheless take a life."
"Well, ya never know these days." The bartender let out a sigh, wiping at another glass. "Robin Hood turnin' Sheriff at any moment— it's jus' human nature."
No. Not them.
Heizou knew of human nature—parent turning against child, friend against friend, student against mentor—he had seen it all in his line of work. But this? This simply didn't make sense.
He reached for his phone, clicking on the screen as he checked the time. Unlocking it, he tapped on the messages icon, not needing to scroll down any further than an inch of his screen to find the contact he was looking for.
[Name].
He had been messaging, calling, anything to get in contact with his assistant. But after that fateful night of the Phantom Thief's murder—you had suddenly disappeared.
Heizou wasn't stupid nor oblivious. Far from it. He had an inkling of what was going on ever since the Shimenawa incident.
That was why this didn't make even more sense.
With a sigh, the detective stood up from his seat. Quickly paying his bill, he mumbled a word of gratitude towards the bartender before taking his leave.
