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the good detective is hereโ€ฆ

taking advice of her colleagues and taking a break, or at least trying to.

taking a deep breath as she rolls a blunt. this is going to be a hard week.
โ€œnow, if you can just provide any licenses or documents that any person would have with them at this moment, you are free to walk out that door.

if not.

iโ€™m afraid this discussion will continue.โ€
a deep sigh, her eyes closing forcefully.. as if listening for something else.

โ€œweโ€™ve scrubbed through every archived hopeโ€™s peak database, yet there is never a mention of a cho genka.โ€

leaning forward, elbows pressing to the glass. fists forming over each other, her chin resting on top. -
and the rest of the survivors of that game. but, we donโ€™t know who you are. you were taken in under the notion that you were just like us, victims of one junko enoshima and mukuro ikusaba. thus, the foundation didnโ€™t see reason to thoroughly check your background. they needed the numbers.โ€

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the detective would silently stare as the tactician spoke, listening intently to every word. her poker face never breaking, not even at the boastful mention of the tacticianโ€™s looks.

fingers tapping the paper before she gives a single nod.

โ€œwe know nothing about you. sure, you joined with me-
โ€œitโ€™s me.โ€

the tactician says plainly. crimson hues now setting sight on her sorry excuse of a file. no record of a birth certificate, a license or any sort of identification. only a paper implying her existence.

โ€œyou called me because you wanted me to look at myself on a piece of paper? i know-
meetings.โ€

placing the dossier atop the glass surface, slowly opening it. its contents only being a single piece of paper. the paper containing a picture of cho genka, her name, age, talent, birthplace, and education.

โ€œnow, do you see the problem with this?โ€
meetings.โ€

placing the dossier atop the glass surface, slowly opening it. its contents only being a single piece of paper. the paper containing a picture of cho genka, her name, age, talent, birthplace, and education.

โ€œnow, do you see the problem with this?โ€
gently lifting it from the cabinet.

โ€œi really donโ€™t mind how you do your job, in all honesty, iโ€™ve ignored many of those reports.

i only saw it necessary to call you in under the guise of that matter. you have a terrible reputation when it comes to making it to the fourteenth divisionโ€™s-
โ€œitโ€™d be helpful if you didnโ€™t come to conclusions so quickly, genka. you may slip up with your temper.โ€

she reaches down beside her, sliding open her filing cabinet. fingers trace through several files, once.. or twice. finally, finding the one she needed.

pinching the dossier, -
the tactician sat still and upright in her more uncomfortable chair. her crimson eyes staring forward, looking to the painting hanging just above the detectiveโ€™s chair. how sweet.. the good detective and the ultimate hope having an outing in a summer field.

boring. gross. unnecessary.

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future foundation โ€” 20XX.
thursday, september.

the rain falls hard onto the cracked streets leading to the doors of the future foundation, and the good detective sits inside the walls of such a facility.

the hope that comes with this building, everything it stands for. is something that the-
closely with.โ€

taking a freshly brewed mug of coffee, placing it down in front of the tactician before moving to her own seat across from genka.

โ€œabout your ratherโ€ฆ interesting way of handling things.โ€
โ€œcho genka.โ€

she says firmly, now turning to the woman sat in the guest chair at her shiny, glass desk.

โ€œi do believe you know why youโ€™re here.โ€ smooth and quiet steps across the red rug covering the dark wood floor. โ€œiโ€™ve received plenty of reports from those under you and from those you work-
a baristaโ€™s dream. sometimes that friend of herโ€™s helms the bar on the detectiveโ€™s more.. rough nights.

tonight, however, was more private.

placing a record onto her turntable, gently placing the needle to the vinyl.. the speakers of her record player now crackling to life.
detective herself believes is morally good, correct. the detectiveโ€™s office is rather different than the halls of the foundation.

rustic in nature, the aroma of cigars and bourbon apparent in the air. hell, thereโ€™s even a bar within her office. stocked well with liquor, sodas and coffee. -
future foundation โ€” 20XX.
thursday, september.

the rain falls hard onto the cracked streets leading to the doors of the future foundation, and the good detective sits inside the walls of such a facility.

the hope that comes with this building, everything it stands for. is something that the-