Chapter 1: Abduction And Fear
While Haruka was at the crime scene trying to find anything that would lead her to the killer, Michiru was at their home, working on her new song. From time to time, the aqua haired girl would take a sip from the cup of coffee that stood next to her; when she reached for it again though after almost twenty minutes of working on the song, it wasn't there anymore. Frowning, the aqua haired girl looked up from her sheet of paper – only to find herself staring at a tall man, dressed completely in black, along with a woollen ski mask covering his face. Before the young musician had a chance to scream, he had grabbed her, covering her mouth with one hand while holding her wrists with the other. Michiru struggled against the grip the man had on her, but her fighting stopped when he smashed her head against the wall, nearly knocking her out. The world started to spin around Michiru while she desperately fought to keep consciousness, much to the amusement of her attacker. "Feisty one, aren't you?" he taunted her, throwing her to the ground roughly. Her whole body trembling, the aqua haired girl tried to crawl away from her attacker, leaving a trail of blood behind when her head started to bleed. The man just grinned at her, watching her struggles for a few minutes, until he thought that the blood on the carpet was enough to scare the blonde detective a little. With two quick steps, he stood next to the whimpering woman again, lashing out and kicking the side of her head. Michiru fell to the side unconscious as soon as she had received the blow, even more blood dripping on the blue carpet. The attacker tied her up as fast as he could before he picked her up and carried her out of the house, over to his car. He walked back in for a short moment to drop a small white sheet of paper on the desk, then got back out and into the car and drove off.
Haruka returned home from work six hours after Michiru had been abducted, not expecting a thing. She entered rather gloomy, since nobody had been able to find anything about the killer at the crime scene, and couldn't wait to finally see her girlfriend again. Her shoulders hanging, she entered the house, calling out "Michiru?" while she put her jacket on its hook. When she didn't receive an answer, she slightly frowned and made her way over to Michirus music room, thinking that the aqua haired girl probably sat there with headphones again. Upon opening the door, the first thing she saw were the blood stains on the floor. Her eyes widened, and she hurried over to the bloodied spot in the carpet, kneeling down next to it. After touching it, she realized that it already had dried, this telling her that it had been spilled some hours ago. "No." the blonde whispered, her eyes filling with fear. She came back up to full length again, looking around the room frantically. Her eyes fell on a piece of paper that laid on Michirus desk, and she hurried over to pick it up and read it. As soon as she was done, the note fell out of her suddenly numb hands, and she sank to her knees as if all her strength had left her. "No." the blonde whispered, her eyes glued to the innocent looking sheet of paper while she shook her head. "No. No. No." Her hands started to shake uncontrollably while her fingers dug into the carpet. She shook her head in denial, her eyes filling with tears, before she finally started to scream the same words all over again. "No! Michiru! No!" The tears started to run down her cheeks freely, and she pounded the floor with her fists, denying what had happened. "This can't be true…no…not her…why did you take her, bastard?" she suddenly yelled out into the empty room, though she knew that no one could hear her. Her eyes fell on the note once more, and upon reading the words her blood froze again. "Guess who…24 hours."
