Welcome to chapter 1!

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Her fingers hovered over the glowing keyboard, her breath hitched as she waited. The ash from the cigarette that hung from her mouth fell into the ashtray in her lap. She took a drag before tapping it again, replacing it between her lips again. The peaceful hum of her fridge and the pretty green and red glow from her laptop computer was the only sound and light in her apartment. She was alone. She was always alone.

Her computer bleeped, telling her that she was connected. She smirked to herself, everything was going the right way thus far. She hoped it continued that way.

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She smirked again, a knowing smirk that would be considered smug one. It seems that he was there. Possibly. No, he was there. He was just hiding from her.

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[Inmate_number_B2BH762]

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She pursed her lips, frowning now. She bit the inside of her cheek before stubbing out her cigarette. She poured a glass of coke from her fridge, thinking. As she took a sip of the sugary substance, her brain started to zing. She smiled again, knowing what to do.

[Search_inmate]

[Name_Laius_Knight]

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"You can't hide from me if you just leave me clues, you idiot." She mumbled, rolling her eyes. "Especially with that name." She saw the irony, and it made her feel superior.

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[Laius_Knight]

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"Now, let's see what makes you…tick, shall we?" She mumbled, lighting another cigarette. The smoke clouding her vision slightly as she read. It didn't however, cloud what she read. By the end of reading all seventeen different files under the name of, 'Laius Knight.' She understood what she needed to do.

"Judgement through purity…Purity from the innocent." She muttered.

She clicked on his mail timetable, smirking when she saw that she had only fourteen hours to do what she needed to do. Easy. But she needed to do it right, which was always the difficult part.

"I don't get paid enough…" She mumbled softly. Grabbing a piece of good paper beside her and her fountain pen. "Time to rumble." After grabbing a specific book off her shelf, she started the second phase of her job. Write this man a letter.

It was a cold dusty morning. The clouds had gathered by the time she had arrived to the institute. It was roughly six in the morning. Her tired eyes looked hollow as she looked at herself in the reflection of her review mirror. They looked like they were still asleep, almost. Sleepy dust was still in her tear ducts, her eyebrows were still messy from her disturbed sleep against the pillow. She could even see her the indents in her face where the creases of the pillow had been. She gave her face a good rub. Waking herself up. She didn't care if she looked a mess. A dead body wouldn't mind, after all.

She zipped her jacket, huddling herself for warmth as she left her car. It had been sleeting overnight, causing her to tread carefully as she made her way to the steps of the institute, being greeted by the also exhausted face of Ginoza. His hair was unbrushed, and his glasses had a smudge on one lens. All things considered, he looked a lot more fresh than she was feeling.

"You called me here, what's the situation?" She mumbled, her voice a lot more tired than she had anticipated.

Ginoza sighed deeply, "A dead body."

"I gathered," she said sarcastically, matching his tone. "I swear those glasses cause your attitude to go back to old Ginoza." She tried to smile, but her face refused. "Anyway, a more elaborate explanation would be appreciated."

"Fine," he said after yawning. They stepped through the doors of the Institute. The air turning bearable in temperature, meaning she could unzip her jacket at last.

"Laius Knight, a thirty year old former telesales assistant. Psycho-Pass being three hundred. He surrendered upon arrest, meaning he was taken here, not being shot with a Dominator." He sighed, "He was found this morning, or at least, his fluids were."

She stopped in her path, her eyes not widening in surprise. Rather in curiosity. She was intrigued. "So the Dominator got him after all, huh?" She turned slightly towards him, "That means someone shot him, surely that rules out everything but murder."

Ginoza sighed, "No, it doesn't."

She was puzzled. "How?"

"Security cameras show the victim deliberately gaining attention from staff, his Psycho-Pass sky rocketing. When a drone went by, it opened by itself, he grabbed a Dominator."

She widened her eyes, "Are you trying to tell me, that a civilian with a high crime coefficient shot himself with a Dominator?"

"It's suicide. A fluke suicide." Ginoza mumbled, unsure himself of the truth.

She didn't fully believe what she was hearing, turning back to where she was before, she walked the rest of the way to the scene of the crime in silence. A person with a high crime coefficient cannot fire a Dominator. It is impossible. The trigger will lock as they are not an authorised person to use the Dominator in the first place. Something was unsettling about what Ginoza told her. It made the fruit she stuffed down her throat that morning, curdle slightly in her stomach. She kept walking, trying to get rid of the feeling she had.

It must be murder, she thought. Somehow, it must be.

Ginoza followed her silently, his glasses reflecting the harsh lights of the institute so much so she could not see his eyes. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she could guess that he was just as confused as she was. Confusion was probably the only understandable thing about the entire morning so far.

She smelt the blood and burnt flesh before she saw it. Drones hovered around, and Sho was standing as far away as he possibly could from what she could only describe as a pile of wet, warm gloop. When she finally grasped a better look of it, she was surprised she hadn't thrown up the fruit in her stomach. It would've been the natural thing to do. But stopped midway, the bile still hot in her throat. She reminded herself, she had seen a lot worse. She had seen death happen, and witnessed the aftermath as well. She couldn't live with the idea of throwing up over a pile of red gloop.

She looked over to Sho, who wasn't looking at the gloop. In fact, he was looking anywhere but the gloop. She cleared her throat, he looked too her. The red mass of hair covering his eyes, almost making it impossible to see what he was thinking. "Is it confirmed DNA?"

"Yes," he mumbled. Saying nothing more.

She had gotten use to that, the lack of conversation in the past year. How things change. She sighed, "I need to see the camera footage. And speak to the staff in the institute." Sho nodded, walking off to follow her orders.

Ginoza stared at the mess of the floor, closing his eyes and smirking. "Well this is definitely something interesting, right?"

"I prefer mind-boggling." She replied, "It is interesting how on God's earth he killed himself with a Dominator. Did someone possibly toy with it?"

"There's no traces so far of tampering." Ginoza replied, his voice sounding like he had thought about it already. "If someone has, it'll show up on the next lot of tests."

She nodded and sighed, "Once we've talked to the staff, we'll go back to headquarters and go through the evidence we have. I have to write a report about this by tomorrow morning, and I have a feeling it'll be the smallest report in history."

"Of course, Tsunemori." Ginoza mumbled, his eyes not shifting from the mushed corpse that was sprawled across the floor in front of them.

The sun was shining by the time 11 AM snuck along. People still looked tired as they went to early lunch breaks, or were coming back from night shifts. She watched from afar. A takeaway coffee in her hands, her jumper covering her hands to fend away from letting DNA get on it. She sipped the coffee through a straw, playing with the piece of plastic with her teeth as she surveyed the people around her. They looked so … boring. Their faces were glued to their electronic pads. It didn't take a genius to know that they were looked on the approved news sites to investigate the murder. It was big news. She had heard a voice over talk about it hours before on the 6 AM news.

She had done it, but in a way, she didn't care.

She chewed on her straw, drones floated by her. Scanning her, leaving her. She wasn't insane. She was just complicated. But she knew how to keep her CC low. Deep breathes, and deep thought. Or at least, that is what she had always done. Thus-far, it has worked. She dangled her legs off the wall of the park, watching a child run past her - chasing a simple looking butterfly. She frowned a little, wondering why on earth the kid was so intrigued by such a boring looking butterfly.

Why is everyone so easily sucked into things? Where was the adventure?

She sighed, throwing her cup in the bin with her straw still placed in her mouth. She chewed on it whilst she looked around her, smirking. "Time for phase two."

She walked away from the feeble children, the straw still dangling from her mouth as she did. "Time to start the game properly, and have a little fun." She smiled to herself, her arms swaying by her side like a child. She giggled, suddenly having the feeling of excitement rush through her.

Tsunemori was exhausted. Her body shaking from the sudden chill she had possessed from her body being overtired. She held onto the plastic cup that she was given, with its hot contents warming her hands but little else. Her bones almost creaked when she moved, stiffening due to stress and the lack of knowing. She was nervous. She only drank coffee when she was nervous. And here she was, drinking the cup loads of it. It wasn't even good coffee, which made the morning a lot worse.

They had spoken to the thirty people working in the unit where Knight was positioned. Each one of them had very similar things to say. Knight was a quiet inmate, who read a lot of books and never said anything out of context. His Crime Coefficient never went above where it usually was, in fact, recently it had been differing between 300 to 250, showing signs of improvement. When Tsunemori asked if Knight was showing signs of depression or any cause of stress in the past few days, they drew up a blank. Saying he was acting like usual. Nothing out of character. Only when he called for help, and grabbed the Dominator did they see anything different.

Tsunemori stood by the institute's abandoned interviewing room window. It was always used for interviewing if an inmate were to die suspiciously. She had been there once before, six months ago. Nothing special, just a girl slitting her wrists until she bled out on the floor. It was procedure to ask everyone about them. What they were like. If it was indeed just suicide and nothing more.

She wasn't expecting to come back so quickly because of a murder/suicide. Whichever it may have been, it was causing a lot stress between herself and the workers of the institute. They shared the dreading feeling of the unknown. Not knowing what was going on, whether it was one thing or the other. She could understand their stress, as institute workers with access to the newest drone equipment, you always knew what was one thing or the other. As a detective, you always drew blanks before the real bullet showed.

She heard a door slide open behind her, she looked over her shoulder to see Ginoza with a woman beside him. She almost reached his height, though she was wearing high heels. Her hair was a luscious cornsilk colour, and her eyes were a bright green. With a beauty spot above her top lip, and the deep blood red lipstick she wore, you could consider her one of the more beautiful women Tsunemori had seen in her life. She would give Shion Karanomori a run for her money.

The woman walked over to Tsunemori and held out her hand. Under a small air shift, Tsunemori could smell her perfume. It smelt like sandalwood and lily of the valley. A mix with Tsunemori loved, but was too cautious to wear such a scent herself.

When she spoke, the woman sounded like a soothing mother. Something that made Tsunemori loosen a little, the creaking sound in her bones deplete. "Doctor Melody Sakurai, head of this section of the institute." Her voice had an accent, she quickly realised that the woman in front of her had an English tone to her voice. She wasn't born in Japan it seems.

"Pleasure," She began to reply. "Akane Tsunemori, head inspector from the M.W.P.S.B"

She nodded, "I am glad you all came as soon as we called. As you can tell, we are highly traumatised by this mornings experiences. It's something I haven't had to deal with in sometime. Years, in fact."

Years? This woman looked no older than thirty.

"It's okay, we're just as confused as yourself." Tsunemori said as she sat back down by the metal table that the institute lent them for the questioning. Sakurai also sat, lighting a cigarette whist she did.

"So tell me," she began. "Was Knight a ruthless inmate?"

"Hardly," she mumbled. "He was silent as a dead man. Read so many books that he had at least read all the books in our library twice. He liked to study. He said he never had the chance growing up. Education seemed to disapprove of his way of mind." She smiled tightly, "His therapy was rather wondrous to be a part of. He spoke in riddles and the answers as to how he was feeling would be in them. He liked to play, but he never was a problem."

"Play?" She questioned.

"He was a bored man. Though he came here under his own free will, I am sure you can understand how boring being locked up in a four walled room can be for a man his age. Men like him like to be in the fresh air. If I had the choice, I would let him outside for ten minutes a day whilst he read his books. He was nice like that. Understood that he couldn't go outside, so instead he never asked or complained." She took a long drag of her cigarette. "He drew a lot as well, gave the staff here a few of them."

"Paintings? Or just sketches?" Ginoza asked.

"Either or… depends how much he liked you." She smiled tightly again.

Tsunemori pursed her lips, "May we see them, the paintings and sketches?"

"Sure, I have one right here, actually." She mumbled, rummaging through her lab coat and receiving a black wallet. She rummaged through it, pulling out a small piece of paper that was folded. Unfolding it, she revealed a A4 sized piece of paper. She slid it across the table, Tsunemori noticed the red nail polish, matching her lips.

One thing was for certain, the man who was now gloop - could paint. Even with the most basic of materials. He could've sold them easily for several million yen. If not more. Double digits, easily. But the one question that nagged her was; why keep it in her wallet?

"May we keep it for now?" She asked, "you never know there may be a clue."

She raised a brow, that was beautifully curved and plucked. "Sure thing," she said, unsurety filling her voice.

Tsunemori carefully refolded the paper, putting it in her jacket pocket. "Go through what you know about the supposed suicide. Had Knight shown any signs of having suicidal thoughts?"

"No, not that I know of. I'm sure you'd know by now, his psycho pass was decreasing. Not going up like usual latent criminals who had ventured too far from being sane. He was getting better. Not worse."

Ginoza pursed his lips, "What about the Dominator? They do not let people shoot themselves, and they sure as hell don't let someone unauthorised shoot the gun to begin with."

She shrugged, "All I know is, he was causing a lot of hurt. He caused a member of staff to get stitches in his hand due to him biting him. He was insane again. Suddenly. All at once, terribly barbaric. It was a shock to us more than to you, I am sure." She sighed, "we got the Dominators out because he had a small blade. No idea where he got it from, I promise you. He just grabbed a Dominator, and before everyone knew it, he exploded into a pile of warm roasted gloop on the floor."

Tsunemori sighed, "So you're saying the drones just opened up to him?"

"Yes," She said calmly. She hadn't raised her voice once during the entire interview so far.

"Any idea how?" She asked, she was so tired.

"No idea. Personally I think it was a glitch. But I am doubtful, we check our drones weekly for any glitches. Last time we checked it, was the night before. So nothing could've happened, surely."

Ginoza sighed, "Do people come in to monitor the drones?"

"Yes, like with any company. Someone comes in to do the checks. It's a lot cheaper." She answered, her voice also tired.

"Anyone new come in, possibly?" He continued.

She searched her brain, and sighed. "I have no idea, I don't personally deal with that sort of thing. Go ask the head of security, he'd know I'm sure."

Tsunemori stood up suddenly and looked at the doctor. She was in no mood to be toyed with. She could tell that the doctor was getting tired of routine questioning. She was just going to get rattier and rattier. She wasn't going to be much help, and at this rate, they were just going to waste their time asking her.

"One last question." She said bluntly, "Why keep the painting in your wallet? Why not frame it, I mean, it is good enough to frame in my opinion."

She raised a brow, her eyes showing fatigue. "I like to keep gifts with me. Especially the ones that mean a lot to me. He gave me that painting after our first therapy session. He thanked me. I kept it, because he was so gracious. It warmed my heart a little, I'll be honest."

Tsunemori rolled her eyes, "no more questions, you can go." She walked out of the room, Ginoza followed her. She walked quietly for a few moments before she got to the main entrance. Her feet hurt, badly. Her new shoes were pinching her soles. "Get Yayoi to question security, and whilst she's at it to copy any security footage of the institute in the past week. I want her and Karanomori to survey it for any clues. If there are any, get them to inform me immediately. Understood?"

"Yes, inspector." He mumbled, "What's your verdict of Sakurai?"

"Either she is just overly fond of an recovering murderous inmate, or she is hiding something that I don't even want to think of, if I am honest with you." She gave him a look.

Ginoza smirked, "I'll let Yayoi know of your orders. Why don't you go home and rest for a few hours?"

"What's the point, I'll still be tired." She sighed, "no, I'd rather sleep properly tonight and get today over and done with." She walked through the entrance and waved to Ginoza. "I'll be at headquarters."

"Yes, ma'am."

Tougane met her in the offices of Division 1. He was making coffee when she entered, and did not look up. But as he passed her to go to his own desk, he put down a cup of coffee for her. She looked at him, questionably.

"It is roasted Arabica beans. Best kind of coffee in my opinion. You do like coffee, right?" His voice was soft, like usual.

"I like coffee, yes. But only when I am nervous." She explained.

He raised a brow, "and are you?"

"Nervous? No." She sighed, "More like frustrated. Or at least, now I am just frustrated."

He smiled, "This case is frustrating, even I have to agree." He slouched slightly in his seat. Everyone today was showing some sign of fatigue. Early mornings caused for tired afternoons, and it had only just hit one thirty in the afternoon on her clock. "An insane man, using a Dominator who isn't authorised to do so is rather unheard of. Any deductions?"

"Only that something must've glitched in the system for him to do so. Though if that were the case, then it must've been planned. By the sounds of it, he seemed pretty sure of himself, knowing that the Dominator would work in the case of suicide that day. Which then brings the burning question into play, like the Queen on the chessboard as it were. How did the Dominator work? Did someone deliberately toy with it? Then who did if that is the case?" She swallowed some coffee, it tasted delicious. "But even so, if we did find the person, I doubt we could easily find him or her."

"Why not?" He asked, cupping his mug like. He was cold, she realised how cold the office was.

She looked to him, thinking for a moment before answering. "He or she likes to be unseen. I doubt any of the staff were the reason that the Dominator glitched. They all seemed to be honestly quite fond of him recovering. He was seemingly a liked person in that institute."

"Lucky man." He mumbled.

She smirked, "The person behind the glitch is well mastered in the art of hacking. Though so far, there is no sign of hacking in the system. Which is why they're like a ghost. They know a way to blend, right?"

"I am supposing the same thing. There is your usual hacker, like Yayoi, who could easily leave traces in her steed if she were to for instance rob a bank over the net. Yet this person is careful. Their IQ is most likely in the mid hundreds. If not more. I am guessing one of the highest IQs to pull off something so sinister and genius." He leant his head back, staring at the ceiling as he sipped onto his hot coffee.

Tsunemori raised a brow, curious. "Would that sort of thing be easily accessed? IQs?"

He shrugged, "Most likely. If of course, they're on the system. If you refer the person as a ghost after one probable… unconfirmed glitch, then this person is a careful person who probably doesn't like to be known. Therefore, i'd doubt their commitment to the society we so lovingly grasp too."

Tsunemori closed her eyes, "That's true enough. But we should check anyway. Narrowing down the most intelligent minds on the Sybil system is the best chance we have right now to find a target of a suspect."

"Do what you will." He mumbled, "But remember, this person is only a probably. He or she may not even exist."

She sighed deeply, gulping on the scolding coffee before rolling her chair closer to her desk. She logged on into the Sybil system, using the scanner to find any person with an IQ higher than one hundred and thirty. The list was made up of ten individuals. She saw a familiar name, next to it the words Diseased were printed in red capitals. Shogo Makishima. Another was apparent to be dead. Shinya Kogami. She fell sad for a moment, knowing he wasn't dead. But to the system he was.

Someone who helped the system so much was considered dead. The unfair resolve was almost painful. She closed her eyes, leaning into her chair and sighing. He was alive. She knew it. He couldn't die just yet, he had so much going for him that death was almost impossible. She knew he wouldn't die so easily. She sighed again, holding herself, the faint smell of cigarettes hit her nostrils. She had just last night burned one his old cigarettes. The brand being associated almost to him. She didn't smoke them, rather just let them make her smell like him. She needed to keep remembering him.

She looked back to the screen, knowing if he'd known she was moping due to him he'd make fun of her. Possibly relating back to when she had shot him with a Dominator the first time. If she had continued, the second time would've made an appearance in conversation.

She slid her chair back in, sipping the rest of her coffee before putting the mug to the side. She scrolled the list, ignoring the two names.

Aika Arakaki - Female - IQ 140

Kaede Akiyama - Male - IQ 140

Nao Himura. - Male - IQ 155

Mitsuru Nakahara - Female - IQ 180

Madoka Yamada. - Female - IQ 175

Aoi Wakahisa - Male - IQ 160

Haru Ueno. - Male - IQ 170

Kazuko Tanaka. - Female - IQ 175

Tsunemori was shocked to see a female to be the smartest of the lot. When she clicked onto her profile, a small girl, roughly the same height as herself, was shown.

Mitsuru Nakahara. Female. Age: 26. Occupation: Medical Examiner. Height: 5,2. Weight: 7 stone 6 lbs (47.17 kg). Relationship status: Single.

Nakahara had large blue eyes that were icy. Her hair was bleached white. Naturally it was black. Her expression was cool in the photo. Bored. The only thing that disinclined her from the line up, was that she now lived in England with her son.

She was at a loss. The smartest would've been the best bet to start with. Yet she wasn't here to question. It made Akane nervous, to say the least. All of these people were smart enough to overpower the Sybil system. Yet none of them wish to do so. Why? Did they see no point? Did they overactive brains see something she did not?

What made them so special, yet so inactive?

"Tsunemori, Yayoi and Karanomori have searched the footage. You have to come and see this." Ginoza snapped her out of her daydream. She stood up, following him to Karanomori's lab. Her mind still distant.

What would Kogami do? She wondered, before entering the lab.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I tried my best to make it sound as well structured as the show is. I hope I did it a small amount of justice. Also just to mention, if this fits cover photo is Loke and Lucy from Fairy Tail, I apologise, for some reason my image manager isn't loading images and for some other reason always put that photo as the pics photo before I change it.

Leave a review, and hopefully I will see you next time :)