Three years of desertion... And disarray never failed to maintain it's course. A bizzare phenomenon seeped into society, concealing identities under the guise of simple beings whilst deceiving the blind — leaving the keen eyed to discern their malevolent incentives

Under the smell of wine in tranquil streets and laughs over brightly beaming televisions, the Detective remains vigilant in his pursuit to further protect residents from both "Natural" and "Supernatural" dangers

Nothing but the aroma of his gentle cologne and coffee trickled your nostrils, fairly luxurious lighting with towering windows displaying the scenery of the city at it's best

The Detective was quick to gently adjust his collar with a stable yet indifferent gaze over to the tortuous newspaper article he read. Lifting the mug and taking a small sip during his ponder

"Hm, rather... Mystifying" He cuts his sentence short, I think this is where you—