Change it Up
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Partners in crime-fighting
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Another day, another murder. Homicide Detective, Ichigo Kurosaki, was getting tired of this. Tired of not being able to catch the murderer at large. A serial killer who left his victims torn to pieces, cut limb from limb, out and in the open. Each limb placed carefully on the ground in an ‘x’ pose.
It was difficult, the killer who he assumed was a man, was always careful. There was no pattern as far as Ichigo could tell, with the victims.
Ichigo sighed, standing in front of the coffee machine, trying to rack his brain for any connections between the victims. “Damn it!”













