[Prologue, Friday: Monika]

[doublecrows]

[he isn't really looking for anyone when the hullabaloo surrounding the very first murder calms down, but Akechi is easy to find nevertheless. he's in the kitchen, seated at the counter, with a fresh cup of coffee cradled between gloved fingers. he blows on same, eyes distant]

[COME BOTHER A DETECTIVE]

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[he stiffens, every muscle in his body tensing at that contact, even though it's buffered by the layer of his gloves. for the briefest of moments, the mask falls away to an expression akin of a cornered animal ready to bolt]