Accused
Something about this didn’t feel right, but given the grand stage this case stood on, Near had to follow the investigation. More closely then he would have liked. In white vanss and his traditional white pajamas the albino walked into a crowded area with two guards. Dry Juice was it? There were no records as to why he picked such a name, in the extensive research he and his team did of this island and the man he was going to reach there were a lot of irregularities.Â
Ignoring the quieting of the crowds nearby and the fact they were closing in to see what was happening the small teenager continued forward. Until he saw a face familiar from every monitor in his task force. “Mizuki Kukijeru? I am Near of the international task force. I require your presence for a meeting.” With a dull matter of fact tone he stated the obvious, ignoring his guards tensing up on either side when the tattoo artist before them looked down at him. Subconsciously he took a piece of hair in his left hand and twirled it between his finger and thumb and spoke once more before the other finished sizing them up “If you wish for everyone of your teammates to hear our discussion I will be more than glad to accommodate, however I doubt you want them to hear the details we are about to discuss.”