a/n: i didn’t even proof-read this. I just sort of wrote this in my car, drinking my hot-chocolate from Dunkin’
Cw: murders • cursing • chopped up finger • weapons • and uhh..idk. Just enjoy
The city definitely wasn’t a good place to live. It was filled with robberies, murders, or as others would call it, “crime bullshit.” However, all of the people who caused chaos always ended up behind bars. Why and how? Because of the detectives. The city locals are always impressed by their work, continuous praise was always thrown the detectives way. The locals show them gratitude, because without them, this city would’ve gone to shits long ago.
However, there has been a cult going on numerous killing sprees, making the locals isolate themselves in their homes. This cult was wearing masks, along with gloves, making the case extremely difficult to crack. How will the detectives solve this case?
it was 7:47 in the morning and the detectives flooded the office, the wide room being filled with groans, chatter, or footsteps. The detectives that were on the case were frustrated, none of them have gotten a single piece of evidence, and any evidence they did have were either fake, or it was from a different crime scene. The police weren’t much help either. “Ellis, I need you to take over of case 20.41 until the detective decides to stop slacking off,” Mrs. Sanlin, a divorced woman whose kid had unfortunately passed away at the hands of the cult members, hissed, tossing the file in Ellis’ face.
Mrs. Sanlin was the powerhouse, the boss who wouldn’t give two craps about firing you or taking you off the case. “There’s always better detectives than you.” That’s the excuse she uses whenever firing anybody. “Yes, ma’am,” Ellis chirped, quickly scanning over the file and hurrying back to her desk. Mrs. Sanlin hums in satisfaction, walking away and scanning over the room.
As she looks around, she couldn’t help but notice one of the desks being empty. She goes over to the desk, examining the file on it; the person took case 0.309. “The cult,” she murmured under her breath. She took the file with a firm hand, her brows furrowing in frustration. “Orland, come here,” She demanded, hearing footsteps coming her way. Orland, who was three seats away from the empty desk, got up and quickly hurried over to her side. “Yes—Mrs. Sanlin.”
She looks over the lanky man, he looks very drowsy, that didn’t sit well with her. “Whose desk is this?” She asked with a firm tone, making Orland anxious. He looks over at the desk, blinking slowly then turning his attention back to the woman.
”…Sanemi- Sanemi Shinazugawa, ma’am. He’s always- late,” He replied, his hands trembling slightly. She hums, scanning through the people in her head, trying to figure out who the boy was. There was a loud slam which echoed throughout the room, making Mrs. Sanlin’s head turn. There she saw a white-haired man shuffling his way over with what seems to be a bag in his hand. The man had his uniform halfway tucked in, with his hair ruffled and tangled. He looks like he rolled out of bed and hurried his way over here.
Once he spotted Mrs. Sanlin, he slowed down and let out a nervous chuckle once he saw her angry expression. “Good morning, Mrs. Sanlin,” Sanemi said with hesitation in his voice. The boss wore an unamused expression on her face, she throws the file back on the desk, her brows furrowing. “Sanemi Shinazugawa, why are you late? Again, must I remind you. This case is very severe and the life of the citizens are in your hands, why are you slacking off?!” She seethed, getting in Sanemi’s face. “My apologies, ma’am,” he replied, stepping back and tucking in his uniform.
“I was at the recent crime scene from yesterday night. Plus, I found this,” The man says, placing down a plastic bag. The bag held a bloodied knife and a chopped off finger, which has been cut up. Mrs. Sanlin had a look of utter disgust on her face, she turns her head back to Arrow Rose. “Sanemi Shinazugawa. Tsk, I remember you now. You’re the detective who never got anywhere with the case. I’m taking you out of the case temporarily until you find actual evidence—“
“Mrs. Sanlin, with all due respect, this is evidence. We can use the machine to check whose DNA this is—“ “Shinazugawa,” “— and find out who’s murdering everyone in the city!—“ “Sanemi Shinazugawa!” Mrs. Sanlin hollered, making everybody in the room freeze, turning their heads to see what the situation is. “You’re no longer on this case, I will contact you for a new one; go home,” She tsks, walking away, leaving Sanemi the center of attention. The snow-haired man knew better than not to argue with her, he slumps his shoulders in defeat, walking out of the building.
He opens his car door furiously, collapsing onto the seat as he rummages through the passenger seat. He opens the files. There’s multiple photos of corpses, DNA strands, along with plastic bags of the evidence. He throws it out of his car and immediately slams his car door, his head hitting the wheel. “God fuckin’ damn it,” Sanemi hissed, the car beep echoing through-out the neighborhood.
It was 4:43 in the morning, the sun not even up yet. Sanemi was on the couch, with a random TV show playing in the background .
RING RING RING! The sound of his phone ringing echoed in the apartment. Sanemi groaned, lazily grabbing his phone and answering it. “Hello?—“ “Is this Detective Shinazugawa?” Sanemi grumbled, wiping his eye. “This is he,” He replies, waiting for a few seconds for the woman on the other end to respond. ”Yes, there was an incident in street FlowerBlade ave. 7384. The cult was there recently and left a lot of DNA that could lead up to who they are for case 0.309.”
Sanemi was slightly confused, he pulls the phone away from his ear and looks at the contact. It’s the agency who alerts detectives when a crime scene occurs related to their case. “Detective Shinazugawa?” The lady calls out, that’s when Sanemi puts it on speaker and replies.“Listen, I’m not taking the case anymore. I believe Mrs. Sanlin assigned someone else the case—“ that’s when the snow-haired man got cut off by some lobby music. He freezes, standing there awkwardly. “This lady did not just put me on hold, oh my fuckin’ god,” Sanemi says, in disbelief. He hangs up and glances at the TV, and behold, a reporter in front of a popular jewelry shop that had glass shattered and red tape surrounding the area. “Oh.”
Sanemi panics, grabbing his coat, snatching his car-keys from the hanger, and rushing out the door. However, the reporter adds one last thing.
“They’re currently after some detectives, I’ll provide the names and photos of the individuals.” Sanemi’s face and a few other workers pops up. The detective agency is in danger.
Sanemi makes his way out of his car, and he sees multiple cop-cars, news-reporters, and cameras. “Hey! Are you licensed to check the scene?” A firm voice said. Sanemi glances over his shoulder and it’s a police officer. “Hello, and yes, I am,” He replies, taking out his badge. The officer nods and goes somewhere else. Sanemi rushes into the crime scene: blood is everywhere, weapons, and shattered glass. “Huh. Someone got shot, but who?” “Billy Kenson, the owner of this jewelry store.”
The white-haired snaps his head towards the voice, and in front of him is a H/C female, with glasses over her head and a hand in her pocket. Sanemi places a hand on his knee, forcing himself up and stared at the H/C female. “And you are?” he raised a brow. The smaller femalegrinned at him, “Detective L/N, head of this case.- Y/N L/N if you mean the whole nam- just here,” She took out a badge and showed it to Sanemi. He furrowed his eye-brows looking at the badge then back at Y/N.
“I have never seen you around here before. You sure this isn’t fake?” Sanemi pointed out, grabbing the badge from Y/N and inspecting it. Y/N lets out an “uh” when Sanemi snatches it from her. She smiles awkwardly, stepping back as Sanemi tosses her the badge back. However, Sanemi was severely judging Y/N. How could someone like her could do better than he could do? Y/N looks like he’s fresh out of high-school.
“First day on the job and already got an important case,” She shrugged and continued. “Mrs. Sanlin told me the previous person who had the case was not taking it seriously and decided to give me a shot.” Sanemi’s eyes widen, a vein popping out of his forehead. What? The white-haired clenches his fist, his mouth forming into a scowl. “Is that so?” He replies, his head screaming curses at the young boy in front of him. “Yup! I’m surprised I got such a good case on my first day, what’s your name?” Sanemi ignored the girl, shoving Y/N out of the way. `Well, damn. Okay, good talk!” She snickered to herself. Sanemi opens his car door, getting in the drivers-seat, and drives off.
Y/N on the other hand holded a lot of evidence that might lead to solving the case in a day. She was a detective who moved recently to the city for the job he got offered there. Detective L/N took out her phone and dialed Mrs. Salins number, “...Yes, yes hello it’s Seriff speaking..Uh huh, many bullets, many fingerprints, and lots of evidence. I will process them into the machine to figure out whose fingerprints they are. Yes, yes, buh bye,” she pulls the phone away from his ear, hitting the ‘end call’ button.
She stared at the markers and the news people taking pictures of the scene and sighed. “A lot to inform tomorrow,” she chuckled and wondered how the previous person, Sanemi, had taken 8 months to attempt to solve it. He would then later realize that the ‘terrible person’ would be no other than Sanemi Shinazugawa.
