-PROLOUGE IVAN AND YAO-

It was a cold, dark night. The golden blonde haired woman walked into a wide alley way but not before passing a young girl with brown hair, standing near the alley way. She hugged herself, shielding herself from the cold; even though her efforts were fruitless. She felt a dark presence behind her, making her turn around instantly. No one is there. "Must be my imagination" she sighed, smiling at how stupid she felt for being so paranoid. A hand covered her mouth, and pinned her to the wall, her pale, frightened face facing the wall. "Or, it could be reality" the figure whispered. The woman whimpered, pleading behind the gloved hand. Her ocean blue eyes widened when she felt a cold, sharp blade poking at her neck. Warm tears trickled down her face, her cries still muffled by the gloved hand. "Good night...". A piercing scream is heard throughout the alley way and onto the streets, before silence taking over the night sky...

"What are we looking at here, aru?" Detective Yao sighed, walking into the alley way with his partner. "A woman, in her mid-twenties. She was stabbed in the neck once, stomach, twenty times" His partner, Ivan recalled before pausing " Not only that, her purse was stolen along with a drivers licence, identification and credit card". They arrived halfway down the alley, swarmed with about ten policemen and five detectives. There, laid a dead woman, her ocean blue eyes blank, showing no emotion but shock and fear. "Ah, good morning detectives. Nice to stumble across you two like this" A girl said. They both looked to the right. There stood a girl, medium brown hair with a curl sticking to the right. Honey old eyes, a dark blue and white dress half covered by a dark blue jean jacket and a silver cross chain necklace to compliment the whole outfit. "Oh, Good morning Ava! What brings you here?" Ivan smiled cheerfully at the twenty-two year old girl. "I'm a messenger remember? I go to the station to report murders, thefts, crimes, Etc." Ava replied, shifting her messenger bag from the left shoulder to the right. "Ai ya...How come you two are so comfortable talking near a dead body...?" Yao shivered. "Well, lets just say I'm tough, da?" Ivan giggled like a child. "Yeah...I-I'd rather not talk about it" Ava sweat dropped "Well, I got everything I need; I'm heading to Kurain café, so, I'll see you two later! Ciao!". Her figure got smaller as she walked away from the crime scene. "Hmm? Ivan, look, she dropped something" Yao spoke, before picking up a charm bracelet. It was gold with her Ava's name on it.

Yao narrowed his eyes and turned towards the body. "Yao? You onto something?" Ivan asked, confused at Yao's actions. On closer exception, the woman had the same bracelet, clutched tightly in her left hand. It had a nametag with a message: For Rosie- Ava Lillian. Yao's eyes widened. "Yao? What's wrong?" Ivan asked, laying a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Ivan, we have to catch up to Ava, NOW!" Yao demanded, running in the direction Ava went in. Ivan caught up easily. "Yao, what's going on?!" Ivan exclaimed. "Ava is our prime suspect we're looking for! She knew the victim!" Yao panted as they turned the corner. "What?! But Yao, Kurain café is on the other side of the city, she must of took her car!" Ivan recalled, stopping Yao from running any further. Yao laid his hands on his knees, panting. "Ai ya...I'm too old for this..." He hissed. Ivan straitened his scarf. "Come on, we might as well report this back at the station..." Ivan suggested. Yao sighed but reluctantly agreed.

-Le time skip~-

"So vat you are telling me...Ava knows the victim?" Ludwig mumbled, processing the information. yes sir, she said she was heading for Kurain Café, shall we head there?" Yao nodded. Ludwig sighed and rubbed his temples "No, its fine, I'll have Kiku and Alfred head there, they can take your car". "Yes sir, we'll write our reports now" Yao nodded as well as Ivan. "Good" Ludwig managed a nod before the detectives left his office. Ludwig turned towards the window. "Ava...vat will Feliciano and Lovino say about this...?" Ludwig muttered, looking out the window.