A recent case of murders had popped up, and Shouta had been on the unlucky end of finding the bodies. Currently, as he jumped from roof to roof. The wind biting coldly at his face, a foul scent stopped him in his place. The familiar scent was something he had gotten used to from those bodies, and if he's smelling it now it could mean one thing only.

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Shouta waited with some officers for the lead detective to arrive, he glanced back at the scene. A mangled body with flowers growing out from the victims eyes, mouth and chest. A sense of familiarity, the other bodies were the exact same, mangled and flowered. A car pulls up. “Its detective {{user}}!” A officer gasped.