❝ 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. ❞______
the young girl looked out the cracked glass window with a sigh. the small, boring town of her childhood, where she had remained in honor of her late parents, had the red, blazing sun setting over it, as small shopkeepers and businesses closed for the evening. she looked at it all with the same fascination she had as a child, staring with a silent marvel as the townsfolk commuted through their daily lives.
taking a sip from her coffee mug, she tried to focus on her reports in the midst of the cramped office that reeked of tobacco and coffee grounds. twirling a red pen in her hand she sighed.
"wait, we're seeing something here! looks like there's movement at the front entrance!"
her (e/c) eyes darted to the small cathode ray tube television, that had been there collecting dust for as long as she could remember.
the young woman, paying attention to the hostages in tokyo, enthralled by the ruckus that normally happened in "the big city". although, very perplexed by the sudden change in the perpetrator's actions, he seemed to have a tight grasp on the hostages, but they seemed to be leaving the building with little to no effort.confused, she grabbed her notebook and wrote down all the essential information about the crime. who committed it, when it took place, how it took place.
"the hostages are coming out, and they all look to be unharmed! the special forces are taking action; they're moving in! we don't know if the suspect's been arrested. huh? yes? ok, we now have confirmation. the suspect has been found dead inside! i repeat, the suspect is now dead!"
furrowing her brow, she thought of all the possibilities. racking her brain for all the possible alternatives, did one of the hostages kill the suspect? did he commit suicide? did he die of natural causes? did the sf take him down? but no gunshots were heard.
she noted down all the theories and looked at the old tv anxiously."the special forces are denying allegations that they shot the suspect."
she scratched that option off and went to the most likely ones, suicide or natural causes. meaning a heart attack, seizure, or anything of similar nature.
"so, it's quite possible he was feeling cornered and decided to commit suicide?"
"hm."
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𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐀'𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 || ʟ ʟᴀᴡʟɪᴇᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Fanfictionɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴏᴘ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ's ʙᴇsᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. currently being rewritten. 《 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 》