~~so Jae here I have been working on this for a while now
just this part though I will have more in the future
maybe later today or tomorrow if you like it.
So you have to tell me you do or I will Drop it. ~~
I'm sitting here waiting for my next case, sitting here behind my hard metal desk. My files strewn here and there around the place; of cases past and the last one I closed. The case was going to open today was lying above this mess. I knew the person who was coming by would be late permitting the weather didn't stop raining. I decided I should stretch, so I gently got up from my stiff non ergonomic chair, I think I may need one someday.
Anyways I am your average detective. Though I dress in my comfortable street clothes. I despise the suits. I do the odds and ends types of cases. You know the kind were well… someone stole or did something to your ferret, pet, random items from your house. Your friends being wired and creepy I do those too. I am not taken seriously anyways. Nothing serious about the strawberry blond in street clothes. It's not right really I feel I could be great if they gave me a chance. I want to be a respectable P.I.
Now I know what you all are thinking, respectable, resmectable like that's going to happen. Well it will I have a good background and I don't get obsessive about my cases nor shall I ever over charge. My price is good it's good for everyone also the random commission from the higher ups with a hefty wad of bills.
As I started stretch my back there was a light rapping at my door so I stopped mid stretch, shook myself out and answered the door. And right in front of me were the people from my new case the two men and a young broad. They all looked like the happened out of Japanese history, the tall lanky man with a high pony tail, the other man had crazy hair like he just woke up and didn't want to mess with it, and the broad what do I say she was wearing too much pink.
"Hello welcome to office." I said welcoming them in to the messy room, at least my small sofa was clean so they could sit down and tell me about their misfortune. Thinking about it that leather couch reminds me of a psychiatrists chair, I should change it out for some chairs.
I made my way to my un ergonomic chair and sat down turning towards the clients. "So what is it that you require my services." I asked all detective-y I already knew some of the details they had told me in the letter they wrote me, but I needed to hear in detail from them what exactly it was.
The first to respond to me was the brunette with too much on her person who said. "We need to find this man and this sword."