Chapter 1
The cold winter breeze blew through his hair as he stood there like a corpse, waiting for the right time to strike. As time went on he slowly shifted with the wind at his back, then racing forward like a chita about to catch its pray. He moves silently and swiftly, the closer he got the more he began to wonder
"how did things come to this?"
He grabbed his target from behind and squeezed as hard as he could.
"OI! Conan! What was that for?!"
Conan smiled and ran away. He went around the corner and hid momentarily. His happy face slowly turned into a frown. Conan looked around the corner to see if Kaito was still there. No one. Not a single person was around. He began to walk out looking confused. He looked at the ground for a moment then looked up.
"Eh?!" Conan said as he quickly looked at the ground again.
"Not here! Not here! Where are all the foot prints?!"
He began to panic. A large gust of wind nearly blew him over, as he tried to get back his balance he noticed something was off.
"Even in this weather there should be some some noise, anything. Why is there no noise?" His voice trembles as he kneels to the ground.
Suddenly out of nowhere a hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Conan spun around to see what it was. A person with long Black hair covered by a red jacket was just standing there not making a sound, just starring.
"W-Who are you?" Conan askes.