IT ALL STARTED WITH A CHICKEN
THEM AND THE FLICKERING LIGHTBUB OVERHEAD
Disclaimer: In my dreams…
"So," a voice said from the corner of the room. "You might be wondering why you were brought here."
Everything about this man was peculiar. He was wearing a silly leather overcoat, a silly hat, and he was sucking on a silly cigar. The most peculiar thing about him was his color: his face was pale as paper, and the rest was gray; like in those silly detective movies where everything was black and white.
He was facing thirteen people all cramped up in a single bench, all of their hands tied behind them, and all of them wearing different expressions:
Syusuuke Fuji was nonchalant as ever, smiling serenely at the detective dude.
Shuichiro Oishi had a really deep frown creasing his forehead, looking like a shriveled up century egg.
Sadaharu Inui was assessing his situation inexpertly. He was frantically trying to hide his manly green eyes behind his eyeglasses which broke during the commotion earlier (he was wrestled into the back of a pack mule and he had to endure an hour or so of being dragged because he fell off and the rope was still wound tightly around his waist). He tried to locate exits like windows, doors, anything. But it was impossible.
Satoshi Horio was wetting himself. That's all he did. Poor guy. Hopeless.
Sakuno Ryuuzaki was crying, not because she was under interrogation, but because she was being crushed between the hair-flipping Shishido Ryou (who's had a hair extension treatment) and the big guy Genichirou Sanada.
Shishido Ryou was busy flipping his hair away. He doesn't mind if strangers tied his hands up or shoved him into a room full of sweat and tears. As long as the hair is safe, he's happy.
Seichi Yukimura was having the time of his life. He felt happy because he can see people suffering. One of the people inside the room was having a nosebleed and was unable to use his muscles and was going blind. Temporarily.
Genichirou Sanada was busy trying to get near Yukimura. He kept on turning in his seat, not caring about the girl whose bones he was crushing.
Saori Shiba was using her mouth to click her camera's shutter. She was shouting at the policeman how she can call a policeman to arrest the policeman in front of her. She was also saying something about evidence and that she was not as old as she looks.
Sumire Ryuuzaki was being attacked by the symptoms of rheumatism and arthritis. "Oh, the pain!"
Shinji Ibu was doing nothing. He was the one who was having a nosebleed and was unable to move or see.
Sengoku Kiyosumi was doing kick boxing. He kept on kicking the air, saying that he was supposed to be lucky so the man should let him go.
Kevin Smith was irritated by the flickering light ahead so tried to bring his shades down by using his facial muscles. He looked stupid. Really.
All in all, the thirteen people in there had two things in common: one is the fact that all of them are suspects of something, two is they all have an S, either in their first or last names. One of them might be the mastermind behind the chicken-napping.