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It was a day like any other day.
Which meant that after a year or so, Lorelei’s head no longer spun from the sheer oddity of the cases that Section 7 managed. The reports made it seem like an almost ‘proper’ mystery, compared to previous conundrums: the mysterious disappearance of the thirty-odd Saniwa Crime Family, as well as the Section 1 Officers. It occurred within the amount of time that the Section 6 auditor took to step outside for a coffee, and it occurred without any sound or sign of resistance and battle. Just human and demon heads, turned into bloody, dripping ‘flowers’.
That, and an inordinate amount of blood staining basically everything else.
Well, couldn’t have happened to any people more deserving. ‘cept for the officers.
Stepping into the estate a bit later than the others, owing to the trays of coffee she was juggling, Lorelei kept quiet as she let the others air out their thoughts, handing them the paper cups as she strolled around the area. Hot chocolate and coffee in an 80:20 ratio for Marty to gradually get him used to the taste. Chocolate milk in the original carton for Kittyan. An iced latte with strawberry whipped cream and sprinkles for Barbatos. Coffee with some white powder sprinkled in for Yam (probably just sugar, but only the one drinking would know). The usual for Chief and Al. There was another box of a dozen donuts in her car’s backseat, but it didn’t seem like the right time to bust out celebratory desserts just yet, especially when…
“Oh my gosh,” Lorelei’s brows lifted up. “Is that you, Dezzie? It’s me, Lorelei. We worked together on the Murcielago corruption scandal two years ago!” The bubbly excitement of seeing an former co-worker fizzled out to tones of a softer concern. Imagine, the rare instance where one leaves a Section 6 office, only to experience something so bizarre as this. Especially when you end up being the only survivor.
“Are you feeling alright?” She flipped through the file cabinets in her mind, but the query for ‘donuts Dezzie preferred’ laid empty, so Lorelei left it vague. “I’ve got some donuts in my car, if you want something to munch on.”
The woman looked almost ready to move, but then returned to the task at hand, pulling out a manila folder from the inside of her coat and handing over to Armand.
“And Chief, here’s the information you requested. Saniwa activities over in the Floating District have generally been marked with poor treatment of the ladies and gentlemen working there, as Officer Barbatos has reported. There were recent rumors of a vengeful ghost spiriting away abusers that came up in that area too, but these stories become popular whenever there are those like the Saniwa out there.” She flicked her thumb against the colored post-it notes she used to separate the sets of documents from each other. “There was a similar case seven years ago, where the Twisty Tuples were ‘spirited’ away as well, if you wanted to compare the incidents there. In my perspective though…”
Lorelei turned her gaze towards their resident gang-specialist.
“Officer Blackhand.” Gosh, she did love saying that nickname. Marty ought to take notes. “Have you heard anything recent about the Kurodoji Family? They were overthrown by the Saniwa, I want to say…four years ago and wiped out as far as the BPS was concerned. But there were a survivor…”
