8:30 Suspect stops in front of Mia's Colour and Style Saloon. Watches for ten minutes, then walks on with increased speed. Buys a coffee to go at Starbulls. Arrives at workplace

9:15 Works without notable incidents, no intimate relations with colleagues observed, no eating or drinking at workplace

13:30 Takes half hour break eating a sandwich at nearby Cafe, visits restroom after eating.

He underlined the last sentence. Scratching his neck he yawned. Nothing too suspicious considering she had been up since 6 in the morning, which meant he himself had been up since 4. He wanted to say he was too old for this but at 22 it was too early for that. Remembering his superiors encouraging remarks when he assigned him to this investigation he changed the black coat for the usual white one.

Looking at the file he wondered. What if this young woman, Lucy Mizuki really was a Ghoul? He could celebrate his first accomplishment and extinguish her. On the other hand... he didn't really want her to be a ghoul. No... He couldn't image her to be a monster. The modest life she lived, the hard working attitude she showed made him want her to be human. Which again would be embarrassing, having stalked a girl. For almost a week. But he didn't allow himself to think that way. She could be a human eating monster. The landlady had seen her return home late at night with blood dripping from her arm. The next day however, she semed unharmed. Shinji had questioned the old woman himself and didn't think too high of her. She was the kind of person who had nothing else to do then stand at the window and watch the passerby's.

This was the last day of the observation and he would confront her this evening if she still hadn't shown any treacherous signs. He fastened the grip on his quinque and his face, that looked older then it was, took a resolute expression.

The CCG had suffered a lot of damage by the ghouls lately. One of the effects of that had been less recruits and more dead investigators. Working without a partner at his age was not entirely due to his talent, (even though he'd love to flatter himself) it was because of a shortage of staff.

But the 19th ward was rather peaceful these days, he was lucky to start his career here. He shivered when remembering funeral of a good friend at the academy. The coffin had been empty. Katou had not simply been killed. He had been devoured, eaten while still alive. On that day he had almost quit his job, if it wasn't for another investigator attending the funeral. Amon Koutarou. That man didn't let the sorrow weaken him. He drew his strength from it. The tall figue with the strong arms and stern look was an inspiration for him. He had to catch up to him, work with him, learn from him.

After she finished her part time at five, she stretched her arms and leg. Having changed back into comfy clothes felt like regaining freedom after the breathtaking corset of the maid costume. Breathtaking it was indeed, she had seen many creepy men behave like apes today too. But it paid well and no questions were asked as long as she appeared on two days a week and and looked young and pretty.

Some elderly people did yoga in one corner of the park. She copied a pose and was surprised how hard it was. Damn, you can't begin to get comfortable. It will kill you in the end. She went on to the library to study for the exam next week. Her studies in psychology and politics went surprisingly well, considering she had hardly ever gone to a normal school and had faked her certificate. She was at the top of most courses but always made sure not to be exceptional, not to stick out too much, never to show that she was somewhat different.

"Hannah Arendt further writes that for an authoritarian regime, the trouth can be the most dangerous threat. Knowledge and facts from outside the ideological boundaries of the authoritarian movement can disrupt the linear hierarchies of national discourses..." She read the sentence again. Did that make sense? Sometimes she felt uncertain if she spoke the same language as everyone else. Like being able to understand others but every reply would never be heard or understood.

Oh come on. Don't get distracted by whimsy thoughts. You have a goal. Giving her cheeks a slight slap she tried to focus.

At eight she left the library to get coffee.

Then her heart stopped.

She had bumped into a tall, muscular man around her age with black hair and bright amber eyes.

His looks were not the problem. The problem was his coat and the small silver suitcase he carried.

He was a dove.

Covering the fear screaming inside her to run, to flee or to kill, with surprise of having bumped into a handsome man on university grounds, she gulped her emotions down and faked a shy smile. "Oh.. um.. sorry"

This is the introductory chapter. Two young individuals with lots of amitions that will undoubtedly stand in each other's way. But will they collide? Or can they advance together? We will see. This is set shortly after the time that Mado died, so pretty much at the beginning of everything. OCs will meet the original characters soon and engage in the plot line.

Critiques are welcome!