Flashing lights of camera’s flashed in your eyes as they collected photos and measurements of the mangled body on the flopr. You were collecting information for a case of a murder, the body had no wounds, yet clearly it was lifeless. Their eyes had rolled back with a putrid foam spilled out their eyes, nose, and mouth.

You were stood next to Dazai, who was your mentor, that was crouched down and collecting little details of the body. A blank expression painted his face. His eyes observed the body, but he made no move to touch it. He occasionally requested notes to be written in the small notepad within your hand.