I walked slowly down the hallway. The gun was hidden in my jacket. I felt a bit weird in the place a was. The place felt a bit different from the other times I visited the prison. I didn't think anything about. I saw two guards standing by the door. "Is this where the suspect is being held?" I asked the guards. "Yes, and you must be the detective on this case?" The tall guard asked. "I am, I wanted to question the suspect if possible," I replied. "Sure thing, I'll go in as well to make sure he doesn't try anything." The other guard said. He opened the door and I walked in. In there, Akira sat. He was bruised and drugged. I pulled the gun out of my jacket and shot the guard. "I'm here to rescue you... Is what you thought I would say." I pointed the gun at Akira's head.
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I'm sorry (akeshu)
FanfictionSpoilers* After the "death" of Akira, Akechi is in grief. How will Akechi spend his days?
