𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒅

𝕎𝕠𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖

She did have thorough thoughts about it. The thought of her talking to the culprits and hearing those words in their deceit of saying that it was a mishap, listening to their apologies with their sickening tears on display, made her want to pity them. Why should she pity them?

Killing Shinichiro for their gain is inexcusable under any stupid explanation.

Perhaps when she happens to meet them, despite her guise as (L/n) (Y/n), a detective from Yokohama, she will immediately be found since she came to Shibuya without any disguise on hand. If she did put on a disguise, the police would grow suspicious, and the Agency might be tarnished.

This led her to not speak to them. The bloodlust she felt rose when she heard the names of the suspects. She was profusely sweating as her hands went cold, as she was entirely devastated by the policeman's revelation. It was impossible that they would commit such a heinous crime, especially when one of them is an acquaintance of Shinichiro. She was in utter disbelief, yet she could never evade the fact that Shinichiro died at the hands of the people she knew.

She didn't help much in the investigation since all she did was prove her worth as a detective by pointing out the obvious by using the clues planted in the area of the crime scene. She only helped when there were loopholes in their investigation to make haste and continue to gain evidence. The officer even told her that she might be of help in future cases, and she was grateful that the fruits of her labor came to light and that she would be called to Shibuya for a case.

"Please call me if there is anything I can help you with." She offered as she gave him her business card, on which her contact number was written.

She immediately went to the hospital, where Shinichiro and her family were. When she arrived a few minutes later, it felt like her feet could not support her from standing as her hand gripped tightly on the doorknob when she opened the door.

There it was...

Shinichiro was in white covers in the room filled with white walls and a gloomy atmosphere that felt unnerving, which made her want to make up with him by changing the past. She had no power to do it and did not have the ability to travel through time. That ability is rare to have, and perhaps the one who receives it will have the most misfortune in their lives.

Haruko cried silently.

Emma crouched and uttered in disbelief that she wanted to delude herself into thinking that this was a prank that Shinichiro always pulled.

Manjiro stood there with his eyes empty and devoid of life, and Grandpa silently cried beside Haruko.

She gripped the doorknob so tightly that her hands went pale. Aghast at the sight that stood before her. She never saw how Oda died, nor did she see his corpse lying in a place like this. It's even impossible to hold a funeral due to their background as a mafioso. She never saw how the children died, she only knew due to the relayed information from her own superior. They were used as bait to lure Oda to eliminate the opposing organization.

How terribly cruel that sounds.

It was no exemption that she now lives a peaceful life. She thought that they would live peacefully if she took the job as a detective to protect them from her. To protect them from the home she used to have and the hell she used to have. Even she had to change her identity, no matter how exhausting it was to hide any trace of her being a detective by using lies that she was currently studying at Yokohama. She does not have a clue what might happen if the Port Mafia knew that she had a family to return to.