It had been years ago, I shouldn’t matter anymore, but something was not right about it and it never was. Now it came to hunt him again with the rise of new murders so similar to the one that became known as the ‘Masacre of the shadows’ strange name, but that’s what you get when they blame the only survivor. A kid of a family with powers that control the shadows. Had been all over the news and now those horrid images were back.
It was only time, he knew that much. The true culprit had never been caught and not enough proof to get him. What he didn’t expect was to be contacted by a detective. The files were clear or as clear as they could be. Didn’t they have enough? And yet here he was, sitting inside a mostly empty cafe trying to come up with answers for questions he didn’t know. He hated how unpredictable it all was and how every eye was on him, waiting for the last bit of information that could send him behind bars. The just wanted a culprit , not the real one
Spotting him was not hard he hoped. The only person with skin like snow and bright amber eyes that almost seemed golden under the soft light go a sunny afternoon of the start of the fall. His hair black like charcoal, just like his sweater . He watched every person that walked in, expression neutral and hand tapping on the table until the detective walked in. Whatever happened, he hoped nothing he said would be taken the wrong way, whatever happened he had to be true to the story.
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