As I sat alone in my bedroom I couldn't help but think about everything going on around me. I couldn't help but think about my dreams, if you could even call them that. They seemed too real to be just dreams.
I looked at the scattered sketches and writings that littered my room. I don't know why I'm trying so hard to figure out what these stupid dreams mean. Well, it's not like there is anything else to do. With my parents dead and my uncle constantly doing his job I'm always alone.
About two months ago was when I quit school. I didn't have a choice in the matter though, my uncle moved me out into a small town in the country after these dreams started. He told me that I needed a break, and that after they went away I could go back to the city but.. these stupid dreams aren't going away. I just hope I can figure out what they mean before they do. It should be an easy task for the ultimate detective. Well, that's what they call me in my dreams. I pick up the sketch I had been working on, it's of someone in my dream...
kokichi ouma.
Who are you? Why are you so familiar?
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A/N
Sorry this is so short, it's just the prologue but the first chapter should be up in just a little. I'm going to try to update this twice a week.
I hope you stick around to help shuichi solve this mystery. It won't be a boring one, that's for sure.
