The old Townsville morgue has been closed for nearly eight years now, but as Mr. Narrator walked from the train station to the deserted building armed with just a PPK Walter (the Bond gun), a detective badge and a digital pocket camera he could feel an almost unearthly presence about this place. Something shadowy and wicked, worse than the murder that took place here.

The fact it was night out didn't help much, and the possibility of the murderer still hanging around also weighed out the cons of coming here. But he has a job to do, and that is to investigate.

As he approach the front doors he looked up into the night sky to see three bright streaks of light going Northward, he knew who they were and it was kind of comforting to know the Powerpuff Girls were near by.

Taking a deep breath and pulling out his gun he open the door and swept the area, the entire area was dark and only lit by the light from both the moon and the street lamps outside. But it was enough to see.

Ruiji peered down the three halls, on end had a door with a small amount of light bleeding through the bottom of the door and the other end was very dark.

Keeping his guard up he slid against the wall while making his way to the door, his fingers grasp the doorknob. Light flooded the hallway revealing what the other end held and where the fight switch was, but he peered in to note the large amount of blood pooling on the floor of a bathroom.

Walking in and nudge the blood soaked item, he found it was some kind of robe. The room was well lit by a few over head lights, so there might be power to other rooms of this building. But he was more focus on trying not to run into trouble like, maybe this is a stretch, the murderer. So more lights wouldn't be the answer.

Ruiji took out the camera than took a picture of the crime scene before continuing back into the hall, he kept near the wall as he went around the corner and follow the long and narrow corridor while on guard until he hit the end and found a door. He carefully open the door half expecting something to happen but as his fingers traveled around and found the switch every tension about the room just slid away.

It was a large and empty area with no windows and a large storage area, this was obviously the autopsy room. It also made up a large chuck of the building, this left the office area at the front of the building. But first he did a quick sweep of the entire floor while taking a few photos, nothing interesting even in the cabinets.

Back to the front and testing out the last door Ruiji braced himself as he smelled something a little off, opening the door and turning on the light he almost vomited when he saw the body. Blood everywhere and a missing hand, some how Ruiji manage to work up his nerve to take a crime scene photo than walk over the to bloody corpse.

The body itself was male, with a blue shirt and grey pants covered by the red liquid. Nothing else important for him, he'll have CSI check everything after he calls. Exiting something strange happen, there were headlights shining through the front windows; and they weren't one driving by ether.

Ruiji unholster his gun as he crouch down in the doorway while turning off the light, the light stopped and flood the entire front hall. A loud idol engine murmur filled the air as a door open and shut, Mr. Narrator held his position while trying to control his breathing; by each passing second it became a eternity. The door finally open, a silhouetted figure stepped in and looked over to where Ruiji was.

The figure shouted a curse and pulled out a weapon, Ruiji sidestep to the side as bullets tore through the opening and pelted to area. Some hit the body but Ruiji didn't think much about it as he time the hail of lead, between them he peeked out and fired off two shots into the figure.

Geez, he thought as the seventh bullet storm came through the door. I put in five rounds into this guys and yet he's still shooting, what is he?

There was a few curses as the bullets stopped, he popped out of his hiding spot and aimed quickly and carefully; one shot to the leg, three to the heart area and two head shots. The figure suddenly bolted out the door, Ruiji ran out and watch the perp drive away with the door still open.

Ruiji fired off his last shots. The shooter manage to get away and Ruiji was left with a lot of explaining to do.

--1--

A CSI team was at the scene, so were the regular police officers trying to keep rubberneckers behind the tape. Ruiji Narrator had reported the crime and now he was on the scene with a detective badge, the CSI unit had uncover the John Doe's murderer weapon in a storage locker.

A battle axe, which didn't surprise him.

After taking down reports in a small notebook from his fellow officers he did learn something useful, the car that had driven off showed up later within five blocks last night in a hit and run with a cop car.

They manage to get the license plate too.

Mr. Narrator finished and head back to agency.

Going through the lobby and straight to the elevators to the second floor, when the doors open to the drab gray and maroon carpeted hall that ended with a screened off window like at box offices.

This is the evidence drop off point, it was ran by a balding man in the ugliest shirt and sweater vest ever (Ruiji couldn't tell if the shirt was blue or a light green, he never really wanted to study the shirt.)

"I got some notes and a few photos from the scene," Ruiji said as he placed down the camera and notepad. "Can you do a check on the license plate number while the CSI try to print the John Doe?"

"Sure," the man said as he took the items. "I'll contact the chief as soon as I can."

"Thanks," Ruiji said as he headed back to the elevator. His next stop was his boss' office on the top floor.

The boss is a man in a shirt almost darker than black and a tie lighter than white, between was a guy with flame red hair and gun grey eyes sitting the desk shuffling papers. He didn't really bother to look up when Mr. Narrator walked in, only listen when the detective gave a official report.

"Okay," Ruiji began. "Last night I had picked up a faint memory trace that lead me to a murder scene."

"Geez," the boss said. "Must have been bad."

"Yeah, the poor guy has been decapitated."

"YUCK!" The boss looked up, "that's disgusting."

Ruiji repressed a chuckle, while his boss may have seen worse he, the boss, still doesn't want to talk about it. "Anyhoo," Ruiji continued. "Somebody came back to probably perform clean up and unloaded a ton of rounds into the area than took off."

"Wow," the boss said. "That's a bit off, I hope you catch the psycho."

"I'm going down the brain chamber to see if they have anything on the memory trace," Ruiji said. "Wish me luck."

--2--

A dark room and a formless figure, there wasn't much to go on. But a operator was working on working on the distortion, while it didn't reveal the facial features it did show a small patch on the front side; it was going to be a moment for a search on the item so Ruiji decided to do something he hadn't done in the last 21 hours. Go home and wait until something comes in.

--3--

A large yet dark area with bright neon lights for go-go cage and bar areas, wild hard rock wailed through the air while women - while some where really men but they were so good no one really cared - dance. In a corner three figures were paying no attention to the scene, they were too busy conversing about their plans.

Afterwards they stood up and walk away.

()()()()()()

I would like to thank the three inspirations for this type of story.

Wicked City; the strange and bizarre - and a little rare - anime movie that kind of set up Ruiji Narrator's main personalty type.

Pleagburg: The dark age; ) a fantastic adventure game that must be played. And don't worry, it's free.

Snatcher; ) another great game created by Konami. And, unforturnitly, it's not free.