Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. The sound of liquid dripping onto wet carpet filled the room. Wine still trickled out of the bottle that was long ago knocked over and neglected, the crimson liquid pooling around the dead man's face and trailing down the table, eventually falling to the floor. Pat. Pat. Pat. The one-armed detective picked up the bottle and appraised it with an excited grin on his face.
"The first mystery is... " he turned to the blonde-haired girl, standing tensely on the other side of the corpse. "Why did he, in a room all alone, drink the poisoned wine?"
The girl stood, silently glaring at the detective.
The detective chuckled to himself softly. "The reason is simple." Holding the bottle by the neck, he poured the little remaining wine over the dead man's head. "The man knew then it was his fate to die anyway."
The girl's hands were quickly becoming slippery with sweat. They had been in her pockets for quite some time now. The detective set down the bottle.
"The second mystery is, how did they all fall into the ocean?" His partner. Her family. The sounds of screams and bodies smashing against the reef below. "Was the culprit really someone in the group?" The girls' hand tightened around the hilt. It was at that time, they both knew. And with no other alternative, they sought each other out until they came into this room. The room where it all started. The girl released a silent breath. This was her only chance to defend herself. The detective tipped his hat forward and muttered quietly, "Only another failed plan... that the other detective was dragged into."
The girl drew her knife and charged at the detective. He dodged fluidly, almost as if he expected such an attack. Grabbing the girl's arm, he twirled towards the wall and forced the knife deep into the woodwork. The girl tugged on the knife uselessly, before drawing back and staring at the detective again.
The detective's lighthearted demeanour was suddenly dropped, and the two began slowly walking in a circle. Their spots slowly exchanged. The girl watched the empty bottle out of the corner of her eyes. The detective's hand slipped into his pocket.
The two held positions and the hush of the room felt palpable, but suddenly that quietness was broken by a sound so small, so ephemeral that it could hardly be defined as a noise. But it was spoken, and it broke the silence, broke the unspoken deal between the two.
The whispered name of the culprit shattered the silence.
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Based off the song of the same name by Haruhana, and the translation on youtube. I hope you enjoyed.