youtube.com/watch?v=ECYLHiXvrBQ Hiro took a slow drag off his cigarette clenched between his lips, lifting his tired, dreary eyes towards the dull gray sky above the city and exhaling a thin wisp of acrid smoke that seemed to hang in the air, disappearing amidst the technicolor haze of neon lights and gigantic, holographic billboards reflecting off the glistening city streets, along with the reds and blues of the many police cruisers that flooded the scene. He looked down towards the bloody sheet before him, kneeling on the wet concrete to lift it away from the mangled figure. Immediately upon sight of the victim, his grizzled face twisted into a foul grimace.
The victim was female, possibly in her mid to late twenties, multiple lacerations spanning the entire length of her body from her head to her toes. Her cold, lifeless eyes stared at the detective, her once beautiful, dare he say, rapturous face frozen in her last moments of absolute horror. She lied splayed out in the open with nothing left to the imagination, her pale nude flesh only obscured by the layers of dry blood, her once shimmering blonde hair practically dyed crimson red.
"Goddamn..." Hiro muttered inside himself.
"Who would want to do something like this to a fine-looking broad like her?" A sick son of a bitch...that's who.
He left the body uncovered for a few moments, as if to soak in every gory detail and have it permanently etched into the unhallowed halls of his memories, the ones he dedicates to horrific crimes such as these, before eventually giving the go-ahead for the coroners to tag her and bag her. All the while, he winced at the sudden flashes from cameras taking photos of the scene.
"Do we have an I.D. on the victim, Thorley?" Hiro inquired gravely to his partner.
Special Detective Emma Thorley turned to Hiro.
"Not yet, Nishida." She replied frowning.
"We asked everyone here if they knew her. Nobody's said a word. Looks like we got a Jane Doe on our hands. We tried looking for a photo I.D., driver's license...nothing. The victim was stripped of all her belongings before she was stabbed." "I see." Said Hiro faintly with a somber expression.
"We'll keep looking into it. I think our work's done here for now. Let's wrap it up and get back to the precinct." Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his long coat, he turned on his heels to leave towards his awaiting vehicle, trudging softly through the puddles collecting on the sidewalk. The rain was coming down in sheets now, soaking him in a damp, chilly layer.
"Detective." Emma stopped him, just as he was reaching for the handle of his door. He turned around slowly as the young woman briskly paced across the street towards him.
"What is it?" He asked.
Emma sighed, taking a moment to collect her words before she spoke,
"For all we know, this could have just been some random act of violence. She could have been some hooker from the red light district, you know? Some nameless broad at the wrong place and the wrong time." Hiro shook his head, his eyes narrowing at his partner as he took one last drag off his cig and flicked it away.
"No Emma, it isn't..." Gravely he uttered beneath his breath.
"Nothing happens here randomly. There's a reason people die in Nova City, and I'm going to find out why." "You're gonna drive yourself crazy if you keep thinking like this, Nishida." Emma chuckled, a rather cheeky smile curving her lips.
"I'll admit, this city's a crapsack, but I doubt this has anything to do with some grand conspiracy. She probably just pissed off her pimp, and he took it out on her...the bastard." Her face soured at that last bit before retracting into a more pleasant expression.
"Look, why don't you take a break? I'll wrap it up here." "Thanks Em." Said Hiro in a sigh then climbed into his car, shutting the door and giving one last wave goodbye to Emma. He fired up the ignition, the engine coming to life in a thunderous roar. The light from the dashboard streamed through the haze reflecting off his face, as did the lights of the city cascading through the droplets collecting on his windshield.
"But you're wrong. There is something going on in Nova City, and I aim to get to the bottom of it." With that, he put his souped-up muscle car in gear and pulled onto the city streets, disappearing into the cold, dreary night along with the faint glow of his taillights.
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