The sky was ink black above the museum. There was no wind, no moon, and the stars shone weakly. But on the ground, it was far from silent: everywhere, policemen, cars, press vans and an insanely huge amount of people were crowding the park, all trying to get inside -without much success. There was a word on every lips: Dark.
The security was incredibly strong. Helicopters, projectors, and high tech security system; but they all knew that it would be useless to try and stop the Phantom Thief. And he knew it. If not, why would he parade around in the sky, mocking the police, at every thieving he did? Inspector Saehara was shouting orders at everyone, clearly worried: it was well past midnight, and still no sign of Dark Mousy. Was he late? Was he going to shy away, and not come at all? Or was he already in there?The questions were hanging heavy in the air. And that was basically everything that was happening, again and again, until the alarm rang, announcing someone breaking into the museum.
Once again, the elusive Phantom Thief had striked.
Inspector Saehara was pissed. No, I mean, REALLY pissed. It was the anniversary of Dark's return, and once again, the black angel had fled -with the Crying Fairy, a 5 feet high stone statue, for God's sake! And just under their noses too!
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in the man's head. He needed someone that could hunt down Dark, someone skilled... and he knew precisely of someone that fit the man was an old friend of his, a famous agent in the Federals, until he settled down and found a wife... But maybe he would accept one more job. Saehara pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Sarani residence, Kurosuke speaking. What can I do for you?"