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Detective inspector Stacy ducked to avoid the branches. Where was Jerry? She expected him to be here when she arrived. She looked around with an increasing suspicion that this was a set up. “I should’ve told someone where I was going. This is what comes with trying to be the “good cop”” she muttered. As she walked down the dark alleyway, she felt a cold breeze pass by her shoulder. She spun around but before she could let out a scream, it all went black.
Detective inspector Stacy woke up dazed in an eerie room. The smell of monomer met her nose the second she gained consciousness. “Where am I” she thought to herself. The blindfold on her eyes was secured tight to make sure she had no hint of where she could possibly be, after all she is a detective. Her head felt too heavy to carry, the darkness was spinning. As she struggled to keep her head up, she heard heavy footsteps approaching her from the left hand side of the room. Her heart was pounding as the footsteps got closer and closer, eventually reaching a stop. After a slight pause in his steps, he ripped off her blindfold to which she was greeted by a blinding light. Once her eyes adjusted to the change, she realized it was not a him, rather it was a frail girl. A girl she had seen before, a girl she knows well – her sister.
Detective Inspector Linda cautiously made her way through the forest, puzzled by Bobby’s absence. She’d expected him to be there. The trees whispered secrets as she ventured deeper, her flashlight flickering in the dimming light. Suddenly, a noise rustled in the bushes, but it wasn’t an attacker—just a single white feather floating down. Perplexed, Linda pressed forward, discovering a clearing with a weathered stone altar covered in strange symbols. A voice whispered, “You shouldn’t be here, Detective,” sending shivers down her spine.
With her weapon drawn, Linda prepared to uncover the hidden truths lurking in the shadows. As she approached the altar, an eerie sensation filled the air, and shadows danced ominously. Despite her fear, Linda persisted, determined to unravel the mystery. Yet, little did she know, the secrets she sought would lead her into a perilous journey she never could have anticipated.
Detective Inspector Lyn ducked to avoid the branches. Where was Hassy? She expected him to be here when she arrived. The forest seemed to close in around her, and her pulse quickened with each step. Just as she was about to call out again, a voice whispered from the shadows behind her, “Looking for someone, Detective?” Lyn spun around to find herself face to face with a hooded figure, their features obscured by darkness. “Who are you?” she demanded, her hand reflexively reaching for her weapon. The figure stepped forward, a glint of amusement in their eyes “I’m here to offer you a deal,” they said cryptically. With a mixture of suspicion and intrigue, Lyn hesitated unsure of whether to trust this unexpected ally or to continue her search alone. But as the tension hung heavy in the air, she knew that whatever choice she made would lead her deeper into the heart of a mystery she was determined to solve
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. Dilapidated buildings, destroyed cars, and the smell of still burning fires welcome you instead. The sting of burnt plastic and fuel hits your nose resulting in a flurry of blurred vision and dizziness.
You think to yourself. “How far in the future did I jump this time?” Raising your dusty red scarf to your face. You cough lightly while pulling your goggles over your eyes with the both hands. You see your reflection in the wreckage of a nearby drone. The ash is already covering your head in a flurry of salt and pepper-colored particles. You hear the pang of a glass bottle being kicked in a near by building. You slowly enter the building as you power up your gloves.
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