Well hi there! This is just a fancy AU idea I came up with with a ton of my RP group members and we just merely made this idea that I had decided to write for! And this will prolly be noticeable, but all of the characters simply do not belong to me—that does include our heroine—and I'll probably update every day but please enjoy the prologue !

There's a fine line between men of caution and men of fear

Whether one wears a crown of a fallen king

or another bares a paper replica of it

In this world

In this city I should say

There is no heroes to protect the sleeping

no guardians to catch the collapsed

This city was once called the symbol of peace

but now

there is nothing but bloodshed in the streets

As you compromise, a KNIGHT is nothing more but a janitor for the messes supernatural beings leave behind ; whether it's of intent of havoc or an act of insurgency, we usually take them down with our own forces. We're not bad, at least, I don't think we are. Then again, we're not just mere hunters who use antlers to catch deer like the CCG,

We find them,

we take them to a cell,

have them justified later.

That's the exact order of a beast fugitive in our case. But otherwise, things began to shift during this time. My name is Rukimii Hozukiku, a detective for the [K]NIGHT cooperation in Kyoto Japan. I used to be a new detective back in the summer of 2013, all with the opposing fears of a deadman waiting for his noose around his neck. But being a detective wasn't all that cumbersome like they have it be in the movies, rather, it was actually kind of fun! Other than that, I couldn't imagine being a detective until I managed to assist a pair known as Shizuo Heiwajima and Suoh Mikoto.

They are quite a duo actually, Shizuo is the family man with a Russian wife and a pair of kids named Ryu and Ivan and Mikoto is the closed case who would probably tell more about his life at parties if he was utterly wasted ( unfortunately he holds his liquor well enough to feign being sober ). But ever since I joined, I couldn't imagine them being angry to the brink of desolating their partnership.

Anyway, I suppose I might as well tell you what happened in 2013 now that I have became your cynosure.

An escape artist from the Athena Project ward had sentenced bombs around the vast capital of one of Kyoto's highest skyscrapers. Setting each and every explosive every floor.

"They call her Eleven" Shizuo announced as he idly slid the folders toward my general direction, his mocha eyes flickering the very enervation he weld—then again, being a 35 year old man could have been as tiring as I had imagined it to be—as he paced around the office.

"She was, like the last twelve subjects, designed for reasons unknown. But she managed to escape and is going to blow up a skyscraper if we don't play her game" He stated as he suffused his flank to the masonry, his hands drowning in his slack pockets as they always had. Our chief, Izaya Orihara, looked almost as lethargic as he could have purchased.

Izaya used to be a man Shizuo had hunted for years before they took a hiatus from each other once Shizuo actually managed to break Izaya's arms and not be inflicted by being stabbed by vehement switch blades when both were in Ikebukuro. I heard it was terrifying by Vorona—Shizuo's wife—when she had to intervene and nearly kill our boss.

I'm just happy that they matured since then and only throw snide remarks rather than vending machines and switch blades.

An inward sigh purchased from Isaiah as he ponderously removed his ankles off the edifice of the table and let his seat acquiesce to his flank once he aligned himself upright "So? What game does she desire to play?"

"Cat and mouse?" A guess came from my contours

And for a sickening reason, it amused him.

"Nah! You're thinking like a cop, Hozukiku-chan"

It never surprised me when Mikoto spoke from the back of the corridor with the answer Izaya was predicting for, his reflective oculars charring down Chief's wifty smirk with his unfiltered honesty.

"Hide and Seek"

The room fell silent ; like a heavy weight of a drowning sound being so numb that it was deafened to you. The myriad of our police crew were former members of his clan, a clan bound by the weapons they wield. They are still close now that I think about it, they just render onto a different location with a meager handful missing but ever since the Colorless King had ruled over Shizume, most kings had spread out from the city for the sake of their lives.

Mikoto and his gang being the many.

I haven't been told of the presence of another King, in fact, I never even seen another King in action other than Mikoto. But let me inform you that his aura is both magnificent and heart-pounding at the same time, it gave him quite the recognition of being a feared presence.

"And why's that Suoh-chan?"

The flamboyant inquiry was enough for the detective to knit his brows, almost in reticent defiance and to have Izaya heed caution that he was a worse monster than his partner.

"She never said where she was in the buildin' "

A snap penetrated the chief's pigments as his grin slathered about his countenance once more. "Exactly! Hence why you will be assigned the lobby and fifth floor, Shizuo will overtake the sixth and tenth floor, and Hozukiku-chan will overhead the rooftops." Izaya pronounced as he draped his coat along his shoulders. "The SWAT team and officers will be there if you have yet to find or persuade her in record of time."

I glimpsed toward the folder Shizuo tossed at me, analyzing Eleven's initiatives, and overall terrorism. The girl alone looked to be seventeen, maybe even eighteen? But she had repeated a memoir to a previous terrorist by using red spray paint to design the word "VON" upon the floor. If anything, I wouldn't be surprised if she managed to align the same message in the skyscraper.

Eleven's face, simply, frightened me a tad.

She took the reminiscence of a doll, her eyes being glassy and her lips almost sewn shut and her hair being choppy and short as though she used a knife than actual scissors to cut it short. She wasn't looking at the camera, however, as though it was something to abashed in the state of mind. But during a brief period, I felt sorry for her. I felt sorry for a myriad of kids in the Athena Project that could never have mundane—

What exactly was mundane about all of this ?

"Rukimii?"

My shoulders tensed as I found Shizuo glower behind me, his countenance providing an insouciant presence as he purchased a palm for me to rest the folder in. He smiles to awaken my equanimity once I oblige so. "Sorry Heiwajima-san"

Brusque to state, I felt my bravado flourish by his chuckle and a swift hand to ruffle the crown of my head. "bah! Don't get spooked okay? Everything will be alright"

"I really hope so" Was all I mused to him once I stood up, set the folder down, and grabbed my coat to proceed what we had to do.