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Detective Inspector Liana ducked to avoid the branches. Where was Inspector Carsen? She expected him to be here when she arrived. A shiver passed through her as wind seeped through her thin jacket, both of her hands coming to clutch around her frame courtesy of the cool weather of London mid-february. It was an otherwise lazy afternoon in London, groups of young children in uniform playfully tussling with one another, their voices rising with every sentence no doubt recapping their eventful mornings. Tourists milled around the edge of the tiny bridge overlooking a canal of the River Thames, flashes of light reflecting off railings of iron as some snapped hasty photographs trying to avoid bystanders. With nothing to do, Liana leaned over the edge of the bridge to look at the cobblestone streets at either side of the canal.
Her nose twitched at the smell of pollen and…fire? Liana shot upward and squinted at the streets. A trail of smoke followed a bicycle that sped down the road, over patches of dry grass, turning in her direction. It was quickly followed by a sleek black car with silver wheels and tinted windows. One window rolled down and something glinted beneath the sun. Liana’s blood ran cold and frantically gesturing to those around her, she yelled. “GET DOWN.” Pain erupted from her knees as she threw herself to the ground, terrified yells erupting around her as the first bullet pierced the open air.
You get out of the subway at the stop near your house you step out of the station but that is when you realize the street you live on is no longer there, you suddenly feel like a little kid who lost his mom at the grocery store and feels hopeless because they think they won't ever find their mother again. You notice how everything is different. How even the smell of the Italian pizzeria that you would go after school is not even there anymore. Or how the loud music from the speakers down the block went completely mute. You come to a home that does not recognize you as home. All you can think about is how the place that once saw you grow up no longer exists. You walk around aimlessly and filled with anxiety trying to make sense of everything that is happening. You ask a business owner rear by what has happened to Mount Eden that everyone remembers he responds and tells you “They bought it all.” The thing you feared the most has happened. The brownstone houses you remember are no longer there. You have seen it happen to every colored neighborhood in New York and now it's happening to your neighborhood.Detective Inspector masa ducked to avoid the branches. Where was Eden? She expected him to be here when she arrived. She thought he would be waiting for her here. As she looked at surroundings, her heart sank.There was no trace of him anywhere. All she could hear was the quiet rustling of leaves and birds chirping.
Masa returned the way she had come, concerned, to look for answers. Suddenly, she noticed something bright in the bushes. She approached carefully, prepared to defend herself. What she discovered was frightening – a knife covered in blood. Now she started thinking Is Eden even alive? Her ultimate mission was to solve a murder mystery. Which ends up into the midst of another grim scene.
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