Your P.O.V.
That man is innocent...I just know Kenzo Tenma would never kill anyone
Although...
"I have to end something."
But more importantly...
"How the Hell his fingertips were found on my necklace!?"
Could it possible be
His sister...
Is me?
"But she is dead..."
He hasn't seen the body though...
No, that's just crazy!
But he did look familiar for some reason.
My mind is just playing with me!
"I need to clear my mind for awhile...and think rationally..." you put on your jacket, leaving the apartment with nothing more but your phone, keys, and your wallet "I wish..."
And, of course, he never called...
Why the Hell did I even expect anything...
I don't even remember how many months have passed...
Not finishing your wishful thinking, you started walking down the city of Berlin, looking at the dark sky consumed of beautiful snowflakes, your mind restless and filled with many thoughts despite the calmness that snowy night brought to you.
It had surprised you a lot when the one of the employer in Munich Police called you with serious voice, saying that the DNA analyses was done, and that you were needed for a very urgent talk. You hadn't expected the results to be that fast but with that call, you weren't sure what to expect.
At all.
So you had token some money, and got back to Munich for a few days for the so-called urgent talk. And shocking in every matter, and each word that was spilled out, every question that the man said to you-
"What's your relationship with Kenzo Tenma?"
"An acquaintance."
"The man is on the run, and he is a murderer."
Your head was bowed, carefully listening to everything that the man said as your mind was filled with countless questions that the man's appearance brought, as well as the fact that his DNA had been found on your necklace.
"Who are you...Kenzo Tenma?" you asked yourself as you looked up at the sky once again, a small cloud leaving your mouth due to the cold weather, "Everything I know is just so contradicting, I just..."
A melody on your phone broke your chain of thoughts, and you mindlessly took it out of your pocket, and answered it with a small Hello, not bothering to see who was calling at all.
Maybe police again, I am pretty popular among-
"Hello, my dear. Judging by your voice, you seem to be tired." the man spoke in soft voice, which sounded like a comforting melody for you at the moment. Your eyes widened in surprise, as you heart started beating faster.
"Johan! I- yeah tired and stuff." letting out a sigh, a small smile made its way on your face. "I..."
I need you.
I miss you.
I want you.
I-
