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[h3]July 19th/10:03 AM[/h3][/center]

Phillip was supposed to be on his plane ride back home, having finished all of his affairs in his late father's home country. However, something had pulled him away from his path to Junyo's airport. After asking the taxi to pull over, the young man carried his luggage to a hidden alleyway that had been blocked off by police tape. There didn't appear to be any cops around to enforce the blocked off area though, so he ducked underneath and began his investigation as to why he felt such a pull to this location.

The first thing to stand out to him was the blood-stained concrete. Something about the shape seemed off to him. Walking around to look at it from another angle, he began to come up with theories. It was the best he could do since the body had already been taken by the police and law enforcement didn't actually do chalk outlines like those seen in movies. [color=769E9D][i]It almost appears to have pooled from two separate locations, as if something had been severed from the rest of the body and rolled over here,[/i][/color] he thought, pointing to where he was referring to.

[color=D2C165][i]If it had been an arm or a leg, we probably would see a trail as the victim attempted to escape. That's not the case. Instead the source is from these two spots as it trickled toward the sewer grate. My guess as to what was severed would be the head. Perhaps the servant used to commit this murder was one who has a connection with beheadings? Either having been an executioner or the one who had been executed. Though it could just be mere coincidence.[/i][/color] This second voice who had joined the conversation belonged to the servant who's card was still inside Phillip's breast pocket. Despite him having no physical form outside the card, it felt to the strategist like the king was right behind him.

[color=769E9D]"Shh. It's no fun if you figure it out for me. Give me a few more minutes,"[/color] the young man said aloud, still getting used to having another voice in his head.

[color=D2C165][i]Apologies, your highness. I shall remain silent for the time being.[/i][/color]

Further disrupting the crime scene, Philip began to lift up various pieces of trash that littered the ground in case some sort of evidence had rolled underneath and had been missed by investigators. He'd make sure to use a piece of cloth though so as to not leave behind his finger prints. [color=769E9D][i]I'm not a king and I don't care for being treated as such. Please just refer to me by my first name.[/i][/color]

[color=D2C165][i]Again, apologies. 'Tis a force of habit.[/i][/color]

After several minutes had passed, Phillip stepped away in order to begin gathering his thoughts. [color=769E9D][i]So here's what I've confirmed so far. The servant's master used some sort of large blade to sever the victim's head, killing him instantly. Afterwards, he took a moment to stand here, since the blood seems to touch something and flow around what looks like a shoe or boot. Perhaps to make a call, perhaps to write something down, or perhaps to just admire his handy work. Afterwards, he got onto his motorcycle and rode off, since I'm feeling that same sixth sense sensation that brought me here from these two skid marks.[/i][/color] Feeling proud of his work, he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. [color=769E9D][i]So how did I do?[/i][/color]

Finally speaking up after half an hour of silence, the Wandering King replied back, [color=D2C165][i]Considering how much evidence had been taken by the police, very impressive Phillip.[/i][/color]