The officeholders were engaged in reviewing the outbreaks they dealt with for the whole month as their appointed task. Rough murmurs could be given attention over the place. The noise of chains and guns that were being positioned on metallic furniture gave a disturbing noise.
"I believe they are trying to torment us with these cases, the two of us are assigned to this task, Officer Scott, would it be nice if we have our team with us?" The officer named Dale stretched his arms and sipped his coffee.
His colleague, Officer Scott gazed at him and strived to soothe himself. "This work is quite risky as we think it is, the culprit that we are looking for is none to be found and the traces are relatively confusing. We desperately need our crew because this issue is no joke at all. This is giving me a headache, sir." They altogether shook their heads, fixing their eyes upon the whiteboard located in the front room.
Based on their manners, they were not happy at all. Anxiety and disturbance collide within their senses, and it gives rise to them to think vastly. "I guess we should take a rest? it's been weeks since we handled this case, we have been bothering all along." Mr. Dale asserted.
"You have a point, but I believe we need to fix these sheets first. I am becoming more troubled, sir. Six officials were found lifeless because of this murder case. I don't expect to find myself lying in my blood but I can't lose this grip of opportunities as well. We are digging this mystery, and it still has a bit of fun." Mr.Scott answered, and let out a chuckle.
They peeked at the board and deliberately twitched their heads as disappointment began to be indicated on their countenances. The clues that were pinned on the whiteboard weren't sufficient for them to unravel everything. Officer Scott, the guy with red-brown hair hurled the memo pad on the floor as frustration proceeded into his body.
"Darn, what a difficult job."
He gritted his teeth and glared at the young lady, handing a mug of tea while blankly staring at the polaroids which were hooked on the whiteboard.
"Hey, kid. Are you prepared to answer all these questions?" Mr. Dale asked, walking in the direction of the young girl with a piece of paper in his grip. He yawned as he gradually arranged the sheet on the wooden table.
It took them hours while waiting for the young lady to speak, the girl has been acting empty since she arrived. The moment they saw her, chills ran over their spines. She's into traumatic events and that's what they thought. She appeared to be resisting eye contact with them, she remained speechless for the extensive hour while sitting on the metal stool. By merely looking at her face, she's so naive to be a criminal. As if they were in a maze, their impressions are baffled, thinking how could someone blame an innocent lass for committing a murder.
A past that they need to unfold.
Six years heretofore, an unsolved case occurred, committed by an unidentified murderer. Thirteen men were found lifeless every week, which compels to be frightening in the view of a fact of what manner the killer has done upon ending their existence.
The murderer broke off a hint on the victim's corpse, the similar patterns to be examined were visible to the lifeless prey, their covering being coated with a black tuxedo and a red polo shirt underneath. Pairing it with black slacks and black shoes perfectly fit the victims. Bound with their branches nailed, the martyrs appear to be likened to a doll.
Based on the analysis, there exist no fingerprints set up on the apparel that the corpse had worn, even on the items which were involved in the crime scene. The patterns on the sufferers' left wrist and neck snatched their attention. An intense metallic blade brought out injury which caused a deep wound, it simply annihilates the person instantly out of blood loss.
The outbreak left a tremendous paradox forthwith. The authorities did what they could to preserve peace in each district of the isle because they found it exceedingly overwhelming to inspect more proof. It is troublesome to pursue the murderer, as the authorities comprehended that the culprit mastered it, planning every trick he brought in.
They attempted to assess every crime settings which occurred within that six years with similar murder patterns. The administrators interrogated it within those years and they noticed something. The killing patterns partly are alike, but some of the corpses are being found with an unusual look. Founded on their outcomes, there is more than one criminal that hides behind their silhouettes... or perhaps not.
They're stunned by how the murderer playfully tosses tricks on them, they are certain that the fugitive is in his 30's or 40's. It's excessively ridiculous to assume that a young child would do the killing. As for the detectives, the cases were strange and fascinating at the same time, indeed the culprit reveals how flexible he can be.
Dusk approached and a woman in her 40's got on to the police station and reported something unimaginable yet suspicious. Notifying everybody about her sixteen years old son, murdered and found uneventful. Accusing the inexperienced lass whom she found to be her son's close colleague in the neighborhood.
She reveals six varied polaroids to the officials. A snapshot of a dude, and in each polaroid, it could be seen that it was taken secretly while he was actively doing things he cares for.
The cops threw questions on the young girl and soon found that at the age of 18, she lived independently in her home at the division of Cassinfield and she's known to be Astrid Hawthorne. Based on their interview, and after a short inquiry, the teenager appears to be fond of toys, particularly figurines, puppets, or dolls. They toured the building and confirmed it to be true. The house appears to be dull and dire, terrifying beauties were all over the places and rooms. Moreover, she filled her bedroom with polaroids pinned on the walls as a web of strings were on it, the shots seemed to be attached attending the strings. Nevertheless, that would not make her a killer.
The rest of the neighborhood said that Astrid Hawthorne has undergone a mental illness because of an abrupt experience that builds harm in her. They infer that she is mentally sick and she is innocent.
Hawthorne, taken to the Police Department a lot of times as a consequence of the indictments she went through. Examining the background is already proven by the administrators. Unfortunately, they haven't established anything that would assist everybody's theories and hints. Her experience seems to be not suspicious at all but if you observed her entertainment, you could say that there is something with her that would make you believe that she is not like the typical young lady.
Her place comes out to be outdated and emptied. It was said that the house was not owned by her. A home occupied by a family which formerly had thirteen sons. The household vanished and left to be unknown as years passed by. Now that the authorities had found out about the missing case of a certain family, they perceived that the division kept it private considering they did not report anything about it six years ago. It's questionable because many believe that the lost family migrates to another country.
There are bunches of evidence left and discovered. But it will never be acceptable for them to charge the lass. Glancing at her form, the killing will never be her aspect. Vulnerable and exhausted, dark eye bags were visible under her eyes. The officials were hesitating to have a chat with her, and so they stayed silent for a while. They sighed in relief when the old woman drove home and left it all to them.
A furious senior bitterly wished to file a case against the naive young lady but the officers could not look for any proof against Astrid Hawthorne, they could not find anything to detain her. They were forced to ask the old woman to take her to leave for them to have enough time to concentrate.
"She appears to be suspicious." The guy with dark gray hair—Mr. Dale uttered and stared at the young woman for a moment.
"This issue is getting on my nerves. Let's not make it impossible, it is obvious that she is innocent," Officer Scott said.
They both shrugged their shoulders and sat on the stools. They keep on glancing at the young girl from time to time, guessing if perhaps they can let her leave presently.
"You know what, Mr. Dale... we should drive her home since it's getting late. Let's ask for her viewpoints the next time around. I don't really like this case we are handling." They seemed worn and bored, their job is not easy. It takes a lot of responsibilities and they are aware of that.
His colleague nodded and positioned his gaze towards her. "Hey, little girl. You look tired, come on. Let's bring you home, you badly need sleep, I mean just look at you." After saying those words, she gradually set her eyes on him and smiled shyly.
"... Please, believe me, sir. I am innocent, I didn't kill Kobe Ethan I was the one who reported what had happened. I told his mother about his unexpected death, but she never believed in me." She almost whispered as she wandered her gaze to the entire office. Anxiety could be seen from her stares, after the accusation that she went through, she felt the burden. She's starting to feel unsafe about her surroundings.
"I wanna go home." The two officials froze for a minute as their sights broadened out of fright when she commenced sobbing. Uneasiness began to emerge on their countenances, believing that they made a beautiful young lady cry.
"Yes. Of course, we will drive you home." Mr. Dale immediately stood up and gently pulled her arm. He gave his partner a signal to ready the car outside. They took off and rode in the police car and drove her home.
On the road to the district, she's staring at the dark road, admiring the dullness of the street and thoughts are fleeing inside her mind—turmoil, resentment, and laments. No one dared to speak as they waited for the car to stop in front of a huge gate.
"Thank you, officers." They bid their farewell and left her outside the gate as soon as they arrived. She waved her hand in a nice gesture and went ahead off the street with an unusual grin.
"It feels so cold tonight, I wonder if I am even allowed to make a fire?" She muttered and chuckled.