?Oh, I bet there have been at least a few people who?ve been wondering what I?ve been up to lately, that?s kept me away and so busy.? Jin Mishin mused aloud, leaning back in a comfortably cushioned chair with a cup of coffee steaming in his hand.
?Yes, Mister Mishin. You disappeared without word for a short while.? A man sat across from him, a much older gentleman with round spectacles and stark white hair. He reclined in a manner much like Jin, though he favored tea over the bitter drink in Jin?s grasp.
?Well, allow me to explain??
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Jin was walking home from a long day of work. He had gone into the courthouse early that morning but spent the remainder of the day at the Watch House, mostly filing paperwork. He hated paperwork. It was a clear night, just a few clouds overhead, and he had his coat thrown over his arm, deeming the weather too warm for such attire.
He walked briskly through the city, avoiding large crowds like the plague. It was during one of these little roundabout trips to keep him from a large crowd of people in the market that he passed an alleyway opening. No, he wasn?t snatched and dragged into it, as one might expect. He heard a curious sound that was difficult to make out over the throng of excited people moving past. But a moment?s pause and focus deduced that someone was sobbing, likely a small child.
Jin, with a frown on his face, turned to step into the alley, looking around carefully for what he assumed was a young boy or girl lost in the complex alleyways of the city.
?Hello?? Said the detective. The sobbing stopped immediately.
A pile of full garbage bags to his left shifted, one rolled from the top. It sounded like something had jumped in to hide. Turning, he leaned toward it, picking a bag up and dropping it aside. Sure enough, there was a small girl there. She wore a little white sundress as though she were due for a little tea party, had blonde hair in pigtails and her brown eyes were red rimmed from crying for an extended length. She cowered at the sudden sight of Jin, this stranger catching her in the middle of nowhere, and curled in on herself.
He quickly stepped back, mostly out of surprise.
?Are you hurt?? He asked. The girl didn?t answer.
?Are you lost?? Again, no response.
?It?s all right. You can trust me.? He said, lifting his coat and reaching into it to pull out his detective?s badge, which he then held out to her. ?See? I?m a detective.? The girl took the badge from him and studied it skeptically.
?You should run.? She whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. ?Before they find you.?
?Who?? Jin asked, frowning as he looked around for some sign of another person present.
The girl?s already incredibly pale face seemed to go a few shades paler. She shook her head vigorously, throwing the badge back at Jin, who caught and tucked it away, then jumped up and hopped over the garbage, taking off at a quick run.
?Wait!? Jin exclaimed, starting to move after her when he felt something grab his wrist.
?Hey, let go!? Jin turned to look behind him, but there was no one there. Nevertheless, there was a firm grip on his wrist and whatever was holding him tightened its long and strong fingers. Jin winced, he felt as though his bones would snap under the pressure.
Then he was flying. Well, not really flying. He was actually thrown. Whatever it was had considerably strength and lifted the man like a plaything, hurling him into a wall. He grunted, coughing as he slumped and his vision went a little white at the edges from the back of his head connecting with stone.
Frantically, Jin fought to right himself, looking around for the unseen culprit. He saw the mud in the alleyway; saw large prints of three toed feet that looked like they belonged to some type of lizard. More were appearing; the creature was marching toward him. He threw his coat at the lizard and twisted quickly, taking off at a dead run as the sound of shearing material met his ears.
?Yes, Mister Mishin. You disappeared without word for a short while.? A man sat across from him, a much older gentleman with round spectacles and stark white hair. He reclined in a manner much like Jin, though he favored tea over the bitter drink in Jin?s grasp.
?Well, allow me to explain??
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Jin was walking home from a long day of work. He had gone into the courthouse early that morning but spent the remainder of the day at the Watch House, mostly filing paperwork. He hated paperwork. It was a clear night, just a few clouds overhead, and he had his coat thrown over his arm, deeming the weather too warm for such attire.
He walked briskly through the city, avoiding large crowds like the plague. It was during one of these little roundabout trips to keep him from a large crowd of people in the market that he passed an alleyway opening. No, he wasn?t snatched and dragged into it, as one might expect. He heard a curious sound that was difficult to make out over the throng of excited people moving past. But a moment?s pause and focus deduced that someone was sobbing, likely a small child.
Jin, with a frown on his face, turned to step into the alley, looking around carefully for what he assumed was a young boy or girl lost in the complex alleyways of the city.
?Hello?? Said the detective. The sobbing stopped immediately.
A pile of full garbage bags to his left shifted, one rolled from the top. It sounded like something had jumped in to hide. Turning, he leaned toward it, picking a bag up and dropping it aside. Sure enough, there was a small girl there. She wore a little white sundress as though she were due for a little tea party, had blonde hair in pigtails and her brown eyes were red rimmed from crying for an extended length. She cowered at the sudden sight of Jin, this stranger catching her in the middle of nowhere, and curled in on herself.
He quickly stepped back, mostly out of surprise.
?Are you hurt?? He asked. The girl didn?t answer.
?Are you lost?? Again, no response.
?It?s all right. You can trust me.? He said, lifting his coat and reaching into it to pull out his detective?s badge, which he then held out to her. ?See? I?m a detective.? The girl took the badge from him and studied it skeptically.
?You should run.? She whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. ?Before they find you.?
?Who?? Jin asked, frowning as he looked around for some sign of another person present.
The girl?s already incredibly pale face seemed to go a few shades paler. She shook her head vigorously, throwing the badge back at Jin, who caught and tucked it away, then jumped up and hopped over the garbage, taking off at a quick run.
?Wait!? Jin exclaimed, starting to move after her when he felt something grab his wrist.
?Hey, let go!? Jin turned to look behind him, but there was no one there. Nevertheless, there was a firm grip on his wrist and whatever was holding him tightened its long and strong fingers. Jin winced, he felt as though his bones would snap under the pressure.
Then he was flying. Well, not really flying. He was actually thrown. Whatever it was had considerably strength and lifted the man like a plaything, hurling him into a wall. He grunted, coughing as he slumped and his vision went a little white at the edges from the back of his head connecting with stone.
Frantically, Jin fought to right himself, looking around for the unseen culprit. He saw the mud in the alleyway; saw large prints of three toed feet that looked like they belonged to some type of lizard. More were appearing; the creature was marching toward him. He threw his coat at the lizard and twisted quickly, taking off at a dead run as the sound of shearing material met his ears.