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A/N - you can press play on the song above and let it run throughout this chapter if you want to! :')
The night rolled over, bringing a threat of a chaotic storm—a warning sign, foreshadowing something dark and ominous. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind the citizens of the world that even in the darkness, there was still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half the sky. A cool breeze swept the alienated streets outside. Owls swept silently overhead. Even the shadows were swallowed by the encroaching darkness.
The blonde woman was currently standing outside the door; bracing herself to deliver some news. Her blonde locks were swept back into a loose bun, biting nervously down on her bottom lip. She had been working for this man for so damn long, yet, she had no idea why she always became so fucking nervous whenever she realised that she had to be near him. Her hands were uncomfortably clammy, as she used her free hand to dust down her black, unbuttoned suit. She adjusted the pair of rectangular, blue glasses properly on her rounded face, before momentarily closing her eyes, saying a little prayer, and deciding to just go for it.
You can do this, Higuchi.
Fluttering her long blonde lashes which were currently mascaraless, her dainty hands, stained with the blood of her victims that she had killed over the years under her boss' orders, clasped the intricately detailed wooden handles, breathing dripping as she pushed the large oakwood doors open with all her strength. She couldn't quite decipher what mood her boss was going to be in today, so she prepared for whatever the outcome may have been. The sickly sweet scent of cinnamon hit her weak nostrils first, the scent to mask the cruelty of death, followed by a strong gust of wind billowing the torn curtains. Her boss' back was facing her, as she gulped, holding her head high.
Her boss was a cruel man known by the name of Ryunosuke Akutagawa. He was ruthless; brutal; dismantling. He had used virtually everyone who had happened to be in his life to his own benefit; if someone had served no higher purpose, they wouldn't live for very long. Humans were usually seen as pawns to him; pawns on his chessboard in this game known as life. This man was a ravenous killing machine; he had certainly been at the root of many deaths. Akutagawa was very clever and strategic—he always had back-up plans in effect, and one would merely assume that it was because he had far too much go wrong in his life. He also had a raging temper—he acted out on it often and was fairly unforgiving no matter who was on the receiving end, and usually, it was targeted at Higuchi.
Akutagawa was a collection of unsolved puzzles—unpredictable and never ending. He treated others as fools and had no time for tender emotions; he cared for nobody, yet devoted his whole life to revenge rather than walking away in disdain. Nobody could understand his motives, not even Higuchi herself, who was loyal to him despite everything that she was forced to endure because of him.
