Rain pounded across the streets of Washington as the Investigator Arthur Kirkland made his way through the wet sidewalk. Police surrounded the Primveré* Avenue as troubled citizens were distanced from the scene. Arthur let himself under the police tape and stood next to the body. with blood splatted everywhere around the body, it truly was a horrific scene. Arthur kneeled before it, seeming to be examining it.
"Female. Looks about 16 years of age..." Arthur trailed off, slowly looking up at an open window above the body. "Cause: Fell to her death..?" He seemed uncertain, until he saw the remaining body parts of the dead lady. On her stomach, the inevitable and unmistakable handwriting of Mr Jones.
HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE!
~ Hitman Jones
The words startled Arthur, but he'd experienced with this sort of case before. He had no reason to be scared, but the rotten and disheveling body that lay before him with those words scripted on her was a tad too much. He was dealing with a psychopath...
Upon his arrival back at the office he was working in for his visit, Arthur was greeted by fellow Investigator, but of another origin.
"Good evening, Monsieur Kirkland!~" the Frenchman remarked, slightly smirking. It was at this point that Arthur realized he would hate it here.
"Yes, yes hello to you too, mate." Arthur muttered, a little annoyed.
This other man introduced himself as Francis Bonnefoy*, and instead of letting Arthur live with him, he had rented out a house for him. Arthur was fine with it at first, but then there was the mention of a roommate.
Arthur spat out the tea he was drinking at the time, whilst Francis let out a chuckle. "Come on, it won't be that bad, Monsieur Eyebrows!~"
Arthur let out an offended sigh, covering his eyebrows and staring at Francis, frustrated. "Th-They're not that big, you git."
This arguing went on for about half an hour until it was a little bit too late. Francis offered to take Arthur home himself, but Arthur insisted that he was fine. Francis gave him his address in case something happened and they parted ways.
Arthur took a cab* to the given address. He was quiet for some of the ride, but then struck up a conversation with his cab driver, Kiku Honda. The Japanese man was happy to talk, but would rather listen. At the end of the ride, they exchanged numbers and went off on their own ways, once again.
In absolute awe, Arthur looked at the giant building. He was told it was a house, not a mansion...
"Bloody hell!" Arthur thought-out-loud.
The front door opened to reveal a man not any older than Arthur himself. This man had honey-blonde hair and electric blue eyes hiding behind the white rimmed glasses he was wearing. His annoyed frown turned into a glowing smile.
"Hey dude! You okay?" the man called out, causing Arthur to both blush and cringe.
*Primeveré - French word for Primrose.
*Cab - American word for taxi? I wouldn't know, I'm not American...
*Francis Bonnefoy - France