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    50 Years After the Hundred Year War

    Ba Sing Se

    It was springtime, and temperatures had begun to rise. The nights were chilly but the days were warm, and most of the plants had begun to come alive again. At the moment, a group of bystanders were standing around a body on the ground. Someone had placed a ragged blanket over the body, but it was small and there were two mangled feet sticking out of the bottom. They were discolored and bruised, the bones broken as if they had been crushed to death. The small crowd murmured in speculation at what could have happened.

    “This is the second time this month,” stated one woman matter of factly. “There was another body found in the middle ring!”

    “I’ve heard there have been illegal tournaments going on,” said another. “That’s why fewer fighters have been going to Earth Rumble.”

    “Did you hear about the semi-pro bending team that disappeared?” Asked one man.

    A shrill whistle erupted and the crowd began to dissipate as the rumble of earth became louder and louder. As if out of nowhere, Dai Lee agents swarmed the scene, pushing away the pedestrians in the lower ring and forming a large barricade around the body so only they could see. The body rose as a large, rectangular chunk of earth brought the body to waist level.

    “This isn’t good,” said one of the agents.

    “Silence!” Barked the senior agent. The man ripped off the cover and stared at the body. It was a young man who had probably been in his early twenties. His body looked like it had been pummeled by something hard and fast. His face was beaten to the point it would be hard to identify, and his feet and hands had been crushed. It appeared as if the young man had been wearing a shirt, but all that remained were tatters where it had been tucked into his waist. His torso was purple and blue and red, the dark liquid still fresh in some areas. Placed in the middle of the young man’s chest was a red lotus, now attached to his body by the dried blood that held it in place. The Dai Lee agent bowed his head and turned away from the poor young man.

    “Cover him up,” he said solemnly. Two men raised both of their fists, enclosing the body in a tough coffin made of earth.

    “What do we do, sir?” Asked another officer. “We cannot keep this a secret. There were too many who saw it.”

    “Tell the Earth Queen. Right away.” With that, the Dai Li agents left just as quickly as they had come, disappearing underground. The area where they were standing closed up and all evidence of the morning’s unfortunate mishap had disappeared.



    New Chung-Ling
    (Previously Fire Fountain City and North Chung-Ling)

    Despite the time of year, it was quite toasty in the Fire Nation. Citizens had already begun to shed their long, winter robes and donned lighter, more scantily clad options. When the town had been under the name of Fire Fountain City, it was known for seedy dealings and visitors were always advised to stay inside after it grew dark. Though the statute of Fire Lord Ozai had long since been taken down, the city was guarded by a new face: that of his son, Fire Lord Zuko.

    The new statue was not nearly as large or as imposing. Zuko, immortalized as a young man, stood erect, with his head held high and his hands together, one balled into a fist while the other was flattened in the traditional Fire Nation salute. The young Fire Lord stood watch over the town, renamed New Chung-Ling after the war, forever greeting its citizens and visitors with the respect he believed all deserved. His metal face was unsmiling, but not unpleasant; he appeared to be a serious young Fire Lord, and his presence was a much more welcoming sight the previous fire breathing statue that once stood in the same spot.

    Today, however, there was an addition to the statue: a body, carelessly thrown at the statue’s feet, almost as if given in tribute to the retired Fire Lord. It was a woman, or at least appeared to be. Her smaller body was shriveled and charred, the result of a terrible, fiery death. Her hands were raised, as if she’d tried blocking the attack, but to no avail. She was hairless and naked, but behind her ear, a single red flower had been placed. The flower shone brightly against her blackened skin, the petals smooth and shiny, as it waited in patient anticipation for discovery.

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    The South Pole

    “Please, please,” cried the Water Tribe woman. Her dark hair was tied into four braids that cascaded down her back, and they all shivered and shook in time with her sobs. “You have to help him.”

    The healers looked among one another and back down at the body in front of them. The man went by the name of Toki, fondly called Granpa Toki by those that knew him. His wife died giving birth, and his only daughter rocked back and forth as she stared at her father. His tan skin was faded and cold. Ice had glazed over his hair and eyebrows. The smile he usually wore was long gone, and his wizened face was frozen in fear and agony.

    One of the older women placed a cloth over his eyes and face to hide the scream that Grandpa Toki never managed to utter. The man was long gone, but no one had to heart to tell the young woman who pleaded for their help. His daughter sobbed into her hands, muttering unintelligible words.

    “Who could do this?” Whispered one of the younger healers. The woman beside her simply shook her head. Old Man Toki was nothing but kind and selfless. He had little to give, and yet he still did what he could to help those less fortunate than him. He was not a bender, but he was a wise man that encouraged others to find their gifts, no matter what they may be. There was no one that could have held Toki in such ill regard.

    “A monster,” she said viciously. “The person who did this was a monster.”

    “Please take his daughter outside,” instructed one of Water Tribe women. Her face was wrinkled with age and experience. Grandpa Toki’s daughter was escorted out of the room, and after the curtains closed off that section of the healing hut, she began melting the ice that had formed on him.

    “We need to examine his body,” she said aloud to the younger women. The experienced healer created a razor sharp scalpel out of ice and began to cut off the old man’s thick coat. One of the women gasped as red appeared from the middle of his chest. The remaining healers gathered around as the eldest woman picked up the frozen lotus that had been placed in Grandpa Toki’s coat. It had been encased in a thick layer of ice, perfectly preserving its shape. The red stuck out like a tiger seal in the snow, and the women eyed each other nervously.

    “What does it mean?” Asked a young healer. The wise old woman just shook her head and frowned.

    “I do not know,” she admitted in a melancholy tone. “But we have to alert the Avatar. He will know what to do.”

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    Republic City: City Hall
    Meeting of the United Republic Council

    The gravel banged loudly, echoing across the vast room. It was mainly devoid of people, aside from the four who sat around the half semi-circle table, their faces all solemn and serious.

    “Where is Councilman Sokka?” Asked the representative of the Northern Water Tribe. The other members looked at the councilman who held the gravel in silent expectation.

    “I'm afraid the chairman is feeling ill today, but due to recent events, he personally requested that we hold a meeting-”

    “To discuss the tragedies that have been happening,” intercepted the Earth Kingdom representative. He was a strong, sturdy man with a wide face and thick, serious brows. They were currently pulled down, leaving a firm line between his eyebrows.

    “Yes,” said the Republic City councilman. “I'm sure all of you are aware that there have been a number of deceased individuals that have been appearing lately.”

    “Deceased means that a person has died,” stated the Fire Nation councilwoman in a very matter-of-fact tone. “These people did not perish of old age,” she said sharply. “They were murdered.”

    A few of the council members muttered amongst themselves until the Republic City man banged the gravel, ordering silence among them.

    “There is a possibility that these people were in some kind of a squabble that led to their death,” he proposed.

    “Nonsense!” Cried the Northern Water Tribe representative. “There was an old man found in the South Pole just last week. All who knew him said he had a heart of gold, that he had no enemies. Why would an elderly man who cannot bend engage in combat?”

    “There was also a young woman,” piped the Fire Nation councilwoman. “Her body could not be identified but her stance suggested she was not a fighter and could not properly defend herself.”

    “Even if that is the case,” said the Earth Kingdom man loudly, his voice overpowering the rest, “the questions that still remain are why is this happening? Who is responsible? What motives do they have?”

    “There have been occurrences in every nation,” stated the Air Acolyte. He had been quiet up until this point. The eyes behind his glasses were blue, and they pierced into the Republic City representative. “It cannot be the work of a single person. This must be a widespread organization.”

    The council murmured in general agreement. There was no way someone could single handedly commit crimes all over the globe in such a short amount of time. It just was not possible.

    “What are we to do?” Asked the Water Tribe man. His hair was pulled back into a warrior’s wolf tail, allowing the intensity of his face to be clearly seen. “There have been no patterns to these killings. Man, woman, young, old; there is no telling who will be in danger next.”

    “No children have been harmed,” noted the Fire Nation woman. “Yet,” she added grimly.

    “No children have been killed ,” corrected the earthbender. He leaned forward and frowned at the woman. “Do you not think about the children who may now be orphans? The families that may have been left behind?”

    The gravel banged once more. The council sat back and straightened themselves in response to the loud cracks.

    “We do not know who is responsible or why,” admitted the representative of Republic City, “but the single piece of evidence left at every crime has been a red lotus flower.”

    “Do you think this has anything to do with the White Lotus?” Asked the Earth Kingdom man. The Fire Nation woman made a “tsk” noise.

    “Absolutely not,” defended the Air Acolyte. “The White Lotus aids the Avatar himself. They are called in when threats to the world must be handled.”

    “Every head of nation has been made aware of the issue,” the Republic City councilman assured. “Our police force and the United Forces have been in contact regarding the safety of our citizens. But we must continue to be alert and stay vigilant during this difficult time.”

    “No one in Republic City has turned up dead,” observed the Earth Kingdom man, his eyes narrowed.

    “That does not mean that no one will,” added the Air Acolyte wisely. “He is right, we must be cautious.”

    “Well then,” the Fire Nation representative said shortly, “what do you propose we do?”


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    The South Pole

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    Blaike paused in place. In front of him was a ball of ice that had been hollowed out and full of water in the middle. Inside the ball was around twenty fish in which Blaike had just finished catching. His eyes focused on the man lying on the ground inside the room. His eyes blinked as he moved over to the man and touched his chest. Blaike had assisted the healers in healing multiple individuals before and this had only caught his attention.

    When one of the women mentioned taking the daughter outside. Blaike took the opportunity to step outside the hut only to glance back at the closing curtains. Staring at the young woman he gave her a pat on the back and sighed. He was never good with this stuff, but he had to try at least. "Well, he was a good man and you should know that better then anyone." The young girl looked at him tears filling her eyes. Blaike only matched her sadden look yet his were less tear filled. "Come on now, you think out of all things he'd want you to be sad? That man didn't let a single soul here be sad."

    He hated when someone was at a loss. Losing a loved one was always hard, Blaike could only imagine how she could feel. His grandparents on his mothers side had passed long before he was around, and he never knew his father's grand parents only seeing his father a total of six times in his entire life. So he could only show only so much sympathy and feelings. "I couldn't understand how you're feeling, I can only tell you everything is going to be alright. He'll watch you from where the spirits reside." He gave her a soft smile and patted her back once more before turning to the tent. "I'm going to go check on things alright?" The girl gave a weeping sob and nodded. With this, Blaike slipped back into the room in time to catch the women looking over the strange symbol. A lotus much like the White Lotus group who assisted the Avatar himself. But this one was red, almost as if it had been stained in blood itself. "I'll take the adventure and speak with the Avatar himself. I can get there in a few weeks. Even have Taiki run ahead to meet up with him before me."

    He offered his help and waited to see their response. He could use a chance to get out of the village and get back to his travels. Spending nearly three weeks there and it was time for him to get ahead.



    Shi



    Shi stood at the top of one of the pillars of ice. It was peeking down at the village he watched as the old man was taken back behind curtains and into a room. He then took a glance as two people had exited the building and stood in front of it speaking. One of the guys he had seen a few times as him and his father had visited a woman. The boy was claimed to be his sibling. A twin in fact. Shi saw almost no resemblance as the guy couldn't even bend the earth like he could. Yet this boy had potential as he was a great water bender in the sorts.

    Turning away, he slid down the back of the pillar and hit the ground running. Likely they'd search the area soon enough. And an Earth bender would be extremely out of place. He would be the first and only suspected target which would only end horrible for him. He did what was needed and that was it. With this goal finished he would officially become a full member of the Red Lotus.

    "Did you meet him?" Came a voice of a older man. Likely in his late thirties, he held a sly smirk on his face and his hands were crossed. Beside him was a woman who was in her mid twenties."No. I saw him but we did not speak. Not even sure he knows I'm here." With that Shi got into the boat and the gentleman took a step at the back of the boat and thrusted his fist forwards. As he stopped his movements a flame exploded from the end of it and propelled the boat forwards. "Long way back to the city." Shi only nodded looking ahead. "Yea I know, to bad for you I can't move us anywhere." He said and kept his eyes ahead thinking back to earlier that day. The woman on the other hand moved over and sat next to Shi and gave him a smile. "Did well for your first time. Don't worry it gets easier."

    **Flash-Back**


    A man paused while feeding the otters a few fish only to look up at Shi. "Why hello young man. What brings you to our humble little village." Shi spoke not a single word and glared at him. Of all the people, this guy was the target. An old man that 'nobody would miss' as they put it. "Toki is the name is it not?" The old man quirked his brow and gave a nod. "You are here for assistance?" Shi grunted and stepped forwards stomping on the ground. As he planted his foot the ice cracked and the earth from beneath came up in a spike. The spike had been aimed directly at Toki and the young man fell back onto his back looking up at Shi. "What is the meaning of this?!" He shouted.

    Shi on the other hand said not another word as he pushed the stone forwards, instantly he released the tip of the spike and let it encase Toki's head. Shi watched as fear crossed the man's face only moments before being suffocated. He waited keeping the stone around the man's head until finally the body fell limp indicating the job was finished. "Well well, not the path I would have taken, but you did the job." The young woman strolled out from behind a wall and held out the symbol of the group. A Red Lotus. Placing it on the ground she moved her hands up and water was pulled from the ice encasing the lotus itself. With that she picked up the piece and stared through the frozen block before slipping it into the man's pocket. "Ready to go? They'll be here soon to find him." She asked as she walked away. "Yea, I'll be there soon. Someone's here that I would like to see." He said before parting with the woman.

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    There's was a full moon out, with plenty of stars to compliment it. Or so Jian imagined. The fog was entirely too thick to see it now, but the occasional thinning above the sails allowed him to cement the image into his memory. He'd been on this ship bound for Republic City for the last few days, for once merely a passenger, and slowly he'd decided to remember this last leg of the journey as perfect, regardless of the truth. Gusty rain had hit them earlier, and now this clingy, almost sticky fog had tried to mar his enthusiasm. Tried, failed, and yet persisted. Jian was familiar with the stubbornness of nature, and had long sense stopped taking it personally.

    "Jian! They're rebroadcasting the match!" The Herald, as Jian had started calling her, was the youngest of a family of migrants from the south-west reaches of the Kingdom. She'd found out about his passion for the sport early on and had relentlessly sought him out anytime Pro-Bending was even mentioned on the radio. He always felt a tinge of pain during their time together. Despite her fire and drive, an innate understanding of strategy and pure joy of the sport, the little Herald couldn't bend. Never before had he found a reason to dwell on the difference between Benders and everyone else, but this little girl had opened his eyes to this inequity, and he was emotionally sore after every encounter.

    "I think, this time, I'll skip it. We're going to arrive soon. One of the first things you'll see is the Arena. I heard it's always lit up, either by the sun or more light than the flames from a hundred rampaging Dragons!" He beckoned her to the railing he was leaning on, and together they shared the wild rumors they'd heard, first about the arena and the growing legends around the teams, and eventually about the City itself. She was regaling him with a preposterous story of Avatar Aang wrangling a Lion-turtle and making it take large bites out of the coast until it was the right shape and size to sleep in, then having the Earth King and Fire Lord build a city on it's back so that everyone would be friends again. He laughed at the thought, but soon calmed as the fog took on a luminescent quality. He felt the currents change, and the slight turn as they changed course into the harbor. With perfect timing, he gestured out towards the glow, the fog swirling and thinning enough to make out the blazing lights of the Arena, Air Temple Island, and then the rest of the skyline. The two sucked in excitedly, forever branded with this memory of their first sight of the City.

    That night was dreamlike for Jian, and he never could quite remember how he made it into town. He only remembered waking in an inn, clutching multiple copies of the Tournament schedules for the season and an empty bottle of something claiming be made from sacred ice-burgs from the Northern Water Tribe. There was a distinct lack of weight on his belt, and was surprised to find his coin-purse gone. The lack of money was disappointing... but the sack itself being absent normally meant he'd overindulged and have more than a few problems heading his way. "Guess that's one way to start a life in the Big City..." he mumbled as he pulled himself together, washed his face and hands, and went to find his way around his new home.

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    Kira of the North

    (Dawn)

    The early morning light filtered through the cloudbreaks, casting the street in a dreamy trance. Shopkeepers opened their doors to the early morning traffic. People in street clothes and suits walked to their destinations at various paces. Kira watched in fascination as a strange vehicle bustled down the street. Smoke radiated from the back and it made strange noises as it passed by. The wheels crunched the dirt road and a type of rumble seemed to emanate from the body. The occupant of the car was dressed in expensive looking clothing, and he paid the Water Tribe girl no mind as she followed him with her eyes.

    “Wow,” she breathed.

    The smell of something stewed drew her towards a small diner with the door propped open. Curiously, the young woman wandered inside. The inside was small, but Kira instantly felt like she was at home. There was Water Tribe decor all over the wall. Kira eyed ancient looking weapons made from whale bones as well as stuffed animal heads. She decided to take a seat at the small counter. An old man moved his hand in rhythmic motions as he swirled various pots of soup. The building was empty aside from Kira and the man in the kitchen.

    “Is that tentacle soup?” she asked excitedly, her eyes glistening.

    “Indeed it is,” said the old man. He turned towards her and gave a grin. He was missing a few teeth, but he had a kind face. His blue eyes wrinkled at the corners when he smiled. “Would you like a bowl?”

    “Yes, please!”

    “Anything else?”

    “Uh…” Kira’s cool colored eyes wandered upwards. There was a decorative menu hanging on the wall. “Can I also have the sea crab? With a bowl of rice.”

    “Sure thing,” replied the old man. He banged around the kitchen area while Kira watched him silently. His hands and face were wizened, but he moved about like a man half his age.

    “Are you from the Northern Water Tribe?” she asked suddenly. The man continued his work for a few moments before answering.

    “Yes and no,” he laughed, putting a few dishes in front of her. “I was born in the Southern Water Tribe but I’ve spent forty years in Republic City.”

    “I just moved here,” she informed. “I’ve been traveling for a few years but everyone says this the best place for people who want to become pro benders.” The girl began to eagerly slurp up the hot liquid. It was cooked perfectly and reminded her of the home she slightly missed. “I’m originally from the North Pole but I’ve always wanted to travel abroad.”

    “I spent many years there,” the man smiled, grabbing the foreign currency. “I met my wife, Tah Li, there. She’d never left the North Pole, and after we got married, we spent a number of years travelling before we settled down here.” Kira listened to his story as she devoured the food that had been set in front of her. It was the closest thing she’d tasted to her own mother’s cooking and she was thankful for the small feast.

    “What brings you to Republic City?” He asked her gently.

    “I’m going to be a pro-bender,” Kira announced confidently, sitting up straight. The man leaned on a long, wooden spatula and laughed good naturedly.

    “Well, the arena isn’t too far away. With some luck, you might be able to find a few others who don’t have a team.”

    “Thanks!” Kira grinned.

    She opened her leather coin purse. There was a small wolf-shrew resting peacefully in the pouch. She’d found him last year while she was spending time in the Earth Kingdom. Her parents never let her have a pet before, and she’d grown quite fond of the little thing. The girl carefully maneuvered around the small animal and grabbed the last of her blue coins. The small restaurant seemed like the best possible place to spend the final remnants of her Water Tribe money. With a full stomach and a newfound determination, Kira set off to the arena.

    With any luck, the spirits would be on her side. There had to be someone else who needed a teammate.

    Ashitaka the Bounty Hunter

    (Later that evening)

    The small bar was packed with rowdy patrons. Laughter and ruckus could be heard from outside the doors, but the patrons didn’t seem overly concerned.

    Ashitaka sipped on his magnolia wine and poked at the fried octopus in front of him. It wasn’t usually his first choice of drinks but it was on sale and, to be honest, the sweet liquid wasn't half bad. He’d just finished a job: just a small cat burglary, in and out without a sound. It was nothing grandiose but it helped line his coffers.

    A few seats down, a couple of men were grumbling about a new curfew the city had placed. No one was supposed to be on the streets after dark. The man took note of the news but, like the other bar goers, it was highly unlikely he was going to be following the rule.

    “Hey,” he said in a low voice. The bartender turned towards him. She was thin and she had faint circles underneath her eyes. The words “overworked and underpaid” came to mind.

    “What’s the curfew all about?” The woman raised an eyebrow at him.

    “Didn’t you hear?” Ashitaka said nothing as he waited for her to continue. “A bunch of dead people are popping up everywhere. The city’s imposing a curfew before dawn and after dark because of it.”

    “Hmph.” Ashitaka finished the rest of his drink. He watched the bartender’s backside as she turned away and went back to her duties. He’d heard news of murders in cold blood but this seemed to be the first course of action he’d heard from the government. It seemed like only a matter of time. Chances are, the murders would get more stern and prompt more regulations or it would work the other way around. Ashitaka fingered the hilt on his side. Either way, he wasn’t going to lose any sleep over it.

    “Ah, this guy again,” grumbled another bar patron. Ashitaka turned towards a man dressed in green. He had large glasses and a long, dark braid. His attire was standard Earth Kingdom garb and he looked a little too well dressed for this type of venue. The man was handing out flyers to patrons. A few of them accepted and skimmed over the material. One man crumbled it into a ball and threw it back at the man in glasses. He paid no mind.

    “Hey there,” said the man as he approached Ashitaka. “You look like you could hold your own in a fight.” Taka narrowed his eyes at the man. The man in green held up a hand and cautiously handed him a flyer.

    “There’s a tournament going on tonight. There’s a lot of prize money for the winner.”

    Taka’ green eyes skimmed brochure.

    “There’s no location,” he said plainly. The man leaned over to him and turned the paper over.

    “If you gather three other flyers, the location’s marked on the back.” Ashitaka stuck his hand out. The man looked at him blankly for a few moments before a light bulb went off in his head and he scrambled to hand over three more pieces of paper.

    “Benders only?” Taka asked him.

    “Fighters!” Said the man. “Bending, no bending, doesn’t matter.”

    “What’s the catch?”

    “No catch. Just pure sport. No silly rules and regulations like in pro-bending. No guarantee you’ll come back alive, though,” the man said nonchalantly. Ashitaka has gathered the four pieces of paper together. He eyes the location indicated on the map.

    “Sounds like a good time,” he smirked.


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    “Late shift again, huh?”

    Xiaoren took a peek out the window and noticed the sun was already eclipsed by the Republic City skyline. She moved her gaze to where the question came from, a familiar voice. “Guess so. You too, Tonji?”

    The other officer shrugged, adjusting his metalbender armor. “Chief’s got us on the grind lately. Speaking of, I think she wanted to speak with you.” He ran a hand through his dark hair and eyed the office across the station. The frosted-glass door read BEIFONG in bold letters.

    Ren exhaled before stepping into the chief’s office. As soon as her hand gripped the doorknob, she could feel Beifong’s gaze. For a blind woman, she had a fierce stare.

    “Wu! Take Nishimura and Kano and head down to the docks. There’s been multiple reports of disturbances around the area and I don’t want to take any chances.” Always straight to the point, the chief was.

    “Ma’am,” Ren snapped a quick salute before quickly leaving the chief’s office and heading downtown with her comrades.

    “You think this has to do with the recent murders all over the place? Those flower ones?” asked Tonji, the driver, over the wailing police sirens above.

    “Nishimura, man, you think everything has to do with those,” replied the other officer, rolling his eyes. He looked over to Ren, who was mulling over her case notes from the day before. “What about you, Ren? What’s your take on all the chaos lately?”

    Ren glanced up from her papers and raised an eyebrow. “Probably just another round of nut jobs, Kano,” she answered, hiding her true thoughts on the matter. No simple nut jobs would pull the killings she’d heard about, she thought, but she wanted to focus on the task at hand. The automobile pulled up near the docks and the three officers began their search on foot, their discussion slowing to a halt.

    The trio stepped quietly near the pier as the sun slipped below the horizon. Shops had closed up for the day, and most of the public had began to make their way back to their homes. As the officers continued their search, Ren in the lead, all three detected an ugly odor in the air. They followed the scent into an alleyway, where it became overpowering. They simultaneously brought their arms over their noses and strained to make out the source of the smell in the dimming streetlights.

    Ren saw it first: a human figure, slumped against the back wall of the alley. Fighting the foul stench, she approached the figure— a woman, she could see now— and kneeled to inspect closer. The woman’s lifeless eyes were glazed over, and she was dripping wet. Water still leaked from the corners of her mouth and nose. It’s like she... drowned?

    “The ocean is probably a hundred feet from here,” said the muffled voice of Kano, speaking Ren’s thoughts aloud. “If she drowned, how the hell did she end up here?”

    Ren already knew the answer, but she didn’t have to say it. “She wasn’t just drowned,” answered Nishimura. He pointed to the corpse’s hand. It was curled around something— how Tonji saw it in this light, Ren hadn’t an idea. She carefully unfurled the dead woman’s fingers and the object was revealed: a small, crimson flower.

    “Shit.” All three officers knew what it meant. Ren pressed her fingers to her temples and rose to her feet. “We’re gonna need to inform the chief about this. I’ll get the barriers out of the Sato. This whole area is going to need a lockdown and a sweep.” The other men simply nodded in understanding. They were familiar with the procedures, but this felt different somehow. Bigger.

    As Ren collected the metal police dividers from the car, she shared their sentiment. The haze of street lamps glimmered on the darkening water, and she watched the tide as she gathered her thoughts. She didn’t know much about these murders or what they meant, but she did know this: someone had set out to wreak havoc in her city, and she wasn’t going to stand for it.

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    "See ya later Oshi," A young girl waved, a wide smile on her face as she watched the older gentlemen fade into the distance, "And be safe!" The called appeared to fall on deaf ears the old gentlemen continued down the street without any acknowledgment that he was being address. That was Oshi; forever silent, but always watching. Wiping dirty hands on the white apron the young girl closed the curtains that lead into the shop, and then proceeded to lock the door behind it. The shop was now officially closed. Continuing to wipe her hands the apron the girl continued to wander further into the shop.

    "Ugh, Sully, I always hate clean up."

    Over near the oven, a small fiery red head shot up and sapphire blue orbs landed on the girl. Licking up the last of the flames on the stove, the fire salamander padded over the counter and to the girl. A small tongue flicked out as it sat on the counter and watched the girl. Gaze curious, and attentive.

    "Welp, nothing can be done about it now. Might as well get it done." Without another word the black haired girl started to clean up. Sully-the fire salamander-followed the girl around like a shadow; burning up any crumbs that had been found and then inhaling them like they were candy. Finally, after around an hour of cleaning, everything had been complete and the shop sparkled.

    Going down a hallway that led up the stairs the girl started to get ready for the nights events. Opening the door, she glanced down at the table that decorated the hallway. Four flyers laid in a neat pile just waiting to get placed together and revel the puzzle underneath. Sully poked his head over the shoulder of the girl.

    "Sully, we're going to a match."

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