Detective's Log: April 13th, 2013
This, by far, was one of the strangest and most horrible cases I have ever investigated. As I sit writing this journal today, I can still hardly comprehend the events that has happened in the past year. In order to make this easy to understand, the best place to start would be the very beginning...
April 13th, 2012
Like any other story revolving around a veil of lies, this one starts on a dark and stormy night, with a young woman 30 years of age. This woman was my sister, of all people. How unfortunate. We were never really close or got along, but she was family nonetheless. I would never wish murder apon her.
"Mhm. Yeah. Okay, babe. No, no, I'm just getting off... Yup. Alrighty, meet you there. Love you. Bye!" With a click, the young woman set the phone in her pocket, and stood up, staring down at all of the scattered papers on her desk. She was usually a messy work, but managed to at least get the job done. Sighing, the girl scuffled out of the work area and turned to the clock with hopeful, brown eyes. Yes. 6:45 P.M. already. Originally, work was over at 7:00, but since her boss was this weird, pervy sweetheart, she managed to get him flustered enough to let her out early. With a rush of anticipation, the woman practically sped out of the office and into the cold, busy streets of Japan. The mood was rather sunsetical, but from the weather reports, when nightfall came, a storm was to be expected. Oh, no matter. She had a date and she was going to enjoy every minute of it(and maybe even every minute after it). Quickly, she slid into her black infiniti and tapped the accelerator, driving off into the constant traffic of Tokyo. The sun was slowly going down, and the moon seemed to be reaching towards the upper sky, as if wanting to be in the spotlight. It was... different than most of the times of day she encountered.
Thirty minutes later, the woman arrived at a fancy restaurant named, "Ichi", symbolizing it was the greatest, top quality, number one restaurant in Japan. Smirking seductively, she stepped out of the infiniti, with her long, black hair whooshing in the wind, and her "eyes on the prize". There, sitting at the table near the window, was the sexiest man God could ever make. Slowly, but surely, she scurried inside and took a deep breath, before approaching the broad shouldered man with a charming, white smile. "Why, hello, Ms. Akira. You look lovely tonight." Being a gentleman, he stood up and pulled a chair for her, and when she sat, pushed her back in. Akira smiled politely and straightened a strand of her hair that seemed to be sticking out. "Well, hello, Mr. Shizuka... Sorry I took so long. Traffic was a pain in the ass." She muttered sourly and gazed down, furrowing her eyebrows thoughtfully. "Ah? I should've picked you up... but work and all that jazz. The good thing is, is that I'm with here with my lovely woman, who is happy I'm buying tonight...?" Sweet. Sexy. Romantic. Perfect. To have a guy like this, it was just beyond what she had dreamed off, ever since she was a hormonal 14 year old girl. Smiling, the woman flipped her sable hair and stood up. "Ehehe... Thank you, hon. Er, let me get freshened up.. The atmosphere in this place is kind of making my hair frizz." She admitted with a chuckle and walked to the bathroom.
Threading through the crowd of people, Akira reached the bathroom and pushed open the red door, to be greeted by a white, oppulent, and especially clean, ladies' room. She walked to the mirror and started brushing her fingers through that thick, black hair that she hated and seemed to glare at her reflection.
Meanwhile, another man had entered Ichi. He was dressed in an expensive-looking suit (he couldn't pass dress code otherwise), a bowler hat, sunglasses, and a black scarf wrapped around his neck. He looked normal, albeit a little shady with the scarf wrapped over his mouth to seemingly conceal his identidy. He silently stared at the waitress, obviously waiting for a table. She looked slightly disturbed by his appearance and mannerisms, but it was nothing to panick about. She lead the strange man to an unoccupied table with an air of uncertainty and awkwardness. It was as if the man in black's very prescense unsettled her. He silently claimed a chair for himself, and the waitress was off to perform her other duties. His eyes glancing off the top of the menu, the man in black fixated his eyes across the room on a young couple. Neither of them seemed to notice. It's ironic how one can not be aware of the most dangerous thing in the room. Both people were surprisingly attractive, but physical traits made no difference. The strange man's gaze remained on the two for another minute or so, but then the girl suddenly left. This was the moment he was waiting for. Prompty rising from his seat, the man in black quickly but inconspicuously followed the young woman on her way to the bathroom. She didn't notice the strange figure shadowing her, of course. Such ignorance is punishable by death. He stared blankly at her though his shades as she groomed herself, oblivious to his prescense. Bored with his observing, he decided it was time to take action. Stepping further into the women's bathroom, he confronted his prey gently at first, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention.
Startled, Akira turned to see a man in the woman's bathroom, and was about to throw him out of there. What a pervert! But as she gazed closer at the mysterious figure, it gave her a rather unsettling feeling... Who was this guy? Was he a cleaning man or something? No, no, he was dressed nicely, so obviously not. "Can I... help you?" She asked, an inquisitive eyebrow raised. The strange man remained silent, unmoved by her reaction. She was truly confused and nervously lowered her eyebrow, pursing her lips a bit uncomfortably. "U-Um... Sir? You really shouldn't be in the ladies' bathroom." She managed to say and gestured towards the door. Something about this guy... just unsettled her. Still refusing to speak, the man ominously took a step closer to Akira as she gestured towards the door. He had wasted enough time already. The woman cautiously moved a step back as well, now getting a little angered/flustered. "What the hell are you doing?! I said go, you creep!" The man in black took another step forward, gradually walking the frightened girl into the large mirror on the wall. Her back will eventually hit the white marble sink, and she won't be able to escape without a lot of kicking and screaming. The man had a feeling his first job was going to be a little messier than he'd originally expected. "Akira," he practically whispered, still maintaining a terrifying aura about him, "you know the man that stands in front of you, and yet you don't. What dramatic irony." He casually reached into the folds of his suit, producing a foldable knife. The man flicked it open with his wrist as if he were about to do something as harmless as widdle a stick. The tension grew stronger as Akira continued to back away from the man, until she hit the marble sink. What he was saying made no freaking sense at all and it was really starting to scare her(though she didn't want to admit it). Suddenly, he had to throw the knife out and her heart immediately felt like it was going to burst.
"W.. What are you talking about?! Who are you?!" Beads of sweat began to form on the surface of her forehead and she felt her throat getting dry. However, she screamed, "Help! This man's trying to kill me! Help!!" It was very loud, loud enough for someone with very good ears, who was outside of the ladies' room. Alas, no one came to her rescue. There was always kicking and screaming, but she wasn't a very strong lady herself. "Please... Don't... don't do this. Just leave and I won't call the police." She pleaded with the same hopeful eyes she had when she left work. The killer knew this woman years before this night; he predicted that she would beg helplessly for her life. He also knew the promise to not call the police was nothing but an empty lie. He would not abort his mission. Akira will die at the hands of the mysterious man in black, and there is no escaping that fate. The man lowered his scarf, allowing Akira to see his face for the last time. Despite the circumstances, the man gave her a warm smile that would otherwise be a kind one. He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and she almost seemed to lighten up a little. That moment was a short one. In one swift strike, the man plunged the knife in his hand into the woman's heart. "What a shame, for someone such as yourself to go to waste." he tried to comfort her in her dying moments, but those words were nothing but lifeless. Akira's last moments were spent gazing into the man's eyes and taking in what confusion had slinked it's way into her head. All she could think was, why? Why?! The pain in her chest increased tremendously, the more she breathed, and tears ran down her face, as the man comforted her with such emotionless tones. Blood seeped through her clothes and she coughed some up, as he ran down her mouth. Her last moments... were cries of pain and wonder.. but eventually, she had passed and the pupils in her eyes disappeared, as well as the highlights. Everything was gone.
It was officially the first victim... and, sure enough, not the last one. As a final note, the killer left behind a message on the mirror:
[COLOR="Red"]"Let the games begin. ~A.