Story two.
Say my Name.
Rin's POV
I watched as the one armed detective talked.
The intensity of his speech increased.
"Might need the knife..." I thought as I silently pulled out the polished knife first given to me when I started the job.
The detective kept talking.
I didn't think he noticed when I pulled out the weaponry.
Suddenly, the detective hit my hand, making it release the knife.
He throws his coat at me, revealing his other arm, which included a bloody sleeve.
He cocks his head slightly, saying with a hint of playfulness "So... who's the culprit?" then with a dramatic flare and says "what's the name of the person in front of you? Say their name!"
I remain silent, thinking "It's not you who killed those people, Len."
Again, he approaches me, "So, who's the culprit?"
A/N: I've been only a little obsessed with the riddler who can't solve riddles and the riddler who won't solve riddles. So I got a little inspired and wrote this story.
