Maybe I have read too much Hellsing... anyway, here goes the introduction/prologue. This is gonna be mainly concentrated on investigation, no pairings/long lost children of the CSIs etc. Sorry.
It was almost midnight, and Hiro Ukita was walking towards his hotel from a wonderful but tiring meeting with his fans. He had signed so many volumes of his manga that his right hand was terribly aching. So far, 11 volumes had been released, and there was great excitement about the 12th and last one, which was to hit the stores and the Internet in two weeks. Despite of all the fans nagging him with questions, he wasn't going to give out anything about the ending – smiling, he only left a hint there was going to be a great twist.
Bloodhunters. The manga that was driving fans mad.
That cold winter night he decided to walk to the hotel, rather than taking a taxi. The icy air somehow refreshed his thoughts, and wiped away the sound of the fans' voice, screaming, laughing, cheering, asking questions…
He was just crossing a bridge over a dry riverbed, when he heard a shriek behind him.
"Huh?" he turned around.
Next morning, at around 10 AM, the yellow cordon surrounded by an incredulous crowd the CSI team was already busy photographing and taking evidence from Hiro Ukita's corpse, who had been pushed down the bridge, where he died instantly hitting the frozen ground.
"This is weird…" Grissom looked down at the body, which was lying on its back "what's this?"
His chest was bloodied. Opening his coat and his shirt, he could see that the murderer actually carved something in his chest with a sharp knife.
"Roxier…" he read it out "what is this supposed to mean?"