A/N: Hello, how do you do? ^^ I'm new in this section, I hope I can do my best to finish this fic. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan Characters.
Prologue
"Miss Starling…"
The little girl with bright blue eyes looked at her showered-with-flames house in shock. Why did it happen…? She only left the house for about 20 minutes...
"Dad…" she whispered. Then she screamed and marched at the house in tears. "DAD!!! DAAAADDD!!!"
"Stop, little girl, you're not allowed!" her neighbors grasped her small body easily. "It's burnt; the fire will kill you…!"
"But my dad is there!" sobbed the girl. "He is sleeping—I've bought orange juice to awaken him up…the orange juice…," she turned her vision to her hand, and yelled in horror when she found out that the juice had crashed on the asphalt. "My dad's orange juice…" she wept as she touched the orange liquid that soaked the asphalt. Her neighbors looked at her in the mixture of grief and empathy. She was only seven years old…yet she had to see her house blazed and imagining her father turned into dust and bones…
"Dad…" she sobbed.
"Come one, little girl…We'll bring you to our house…"
Her neighbors were about to carry her when some black limos suddenly stopped encircled them.
"Move!" some men with black suits got out of the cars. They indifferently broke through the crowd in front of Starling's house. Without saying any word, they grabbed the little girl and carried her.
"Wait, where will you take her?!" the people shouted.
The black-suits men didn't respond, while the little girl never stopped trying hard to release herself from the men's grasp. "Let me go! Let me go!!!"
"You'll stay with us," said one of the men.
"NOOO!!! I have to see my father, I have to attend in his funeral!!!"
"Let Miss Starling go!!" one of the little girl's neighbor marched at the man and tried to punch him, but it was useless, for she was pushed very ruthlessly by his comrades.
"Miss Evans!!" the little girl screamed.
The people couldn't do anything when the strange men entered their limos and soon left the crime scene.
The little girl was lost and her neighbors never heard whatever thing about her again.
To be Continued