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"Murdered victim: Alice Aika." The officer announced, letting a vanilla file slap on the table, who the two shared with. Examining on what the miniature document held the history of the now, deceased damsel.
"You were the person who reported the deceased woman?" The male officer interrogated her. Shifting his attention onto the whimpering lady that was clutching on a crumpled up tissue for her nose and tears. She couldn't believe how Hajime could call for a hitman to terminate the one person he fucked with when he was attempting to make a point off of?
She squeezed the tissue in her grasps as she pulled the item down, so he could perceive an answer from her. "Yes." She uttered out. 'Why? Why her?' She thought. Sensing herself gradually being suffocated with thoughts that were slowly leading up to this day.
"Why am I in the police station?" A lad crossed his arms up against his chest, clearly, not being acknowledged of the death of his beloved friend. It was only them two in the room and it was the same officer who interrogated the previous female.
"You're a co-worker of Mrs. Aika's?" The detective replied, glimpsing up to hear if she had heard the question or had answered it. As Usual, she was staring in the corner of the room by the entrance which was nothing there to let it seem so intriguing to her.
"Yes." She was nibbling onto her nails, needing some sort of distraction from being the only person who saw her friend in her raw state of being.
"No, she can't be... I was just talking to her yesterday." The male who was addressed by the name: Cole. The other companion that was associated with the dead woman. Not yearning to feel himself cry in front of the detective, yet, the temptation felt so strong, despite that, he was required to stay strong about his close mate.
"What was Mrs.Aika day to day routines?" He called out to the blond locks of a woman named Emma, who was reflecting back into the times where she and her were smiling at each other for the most stupid idea of penguins becoming the color orange.
Or the sentimental memories of not leaving one another while Alice hold her exposed, bubbled-up body against her chest, feeling the water and her lover's figure on her.
"She was like an...ordinary woman who got up went to work and gets off at 6:00 to merely wanting to snuggle up with me. Then on weekends, she barely w-wanted to get out...so we stayed at home and we watch tv and other things like a normal relationship." She stated, having her sentence, being interfered by the hiccups and chokes.
"Who do you think would do this to your wife?" The detective asked the final question towards her which made the damsel shrug her shoulders.
She didn't know who it was, but she was being paranoid for those past days. She never told her the person, well, she only knew it was a group of people when she kept saying about how Emma wasn't safe around her, or how she couldn't be outside because of them.
