2:01 PM (Graves's POV)
The elevator sounded in its own old tune once more when it reached floor six. I walked outside, tracing the familiar steps once again, to reach the door numbered 601, the very door I rarely visit anymore.
I unlocked the door and went inside, stepping into the familiar sight once again.
The layout was like this: empty, if you count out the essentials such as kitchen, bathroom, bed, desk, and other things people would consider as an essential.
Sighing at my own boring self, I locked the ugly brown door behind me and walked to my room that was once flourished with life sometime when I was younger.
But now scruffy and old, I sit and lay alone in my bed falling asleep as the cold mattress invited my tired body to fall down, gradually putting me into a deep slumber.
Police station, 2:35 PM (Shaco's POV)
Hoping for some information, or even better, a clue on the insane man The Demon Jester, I was busily typing away at my laptop when suddenly the door opened without a warning, showing an uninvited guest in front of my office.
"Shaco, my dear friend, I finally got something to help you!" A voice called for my name.
When I looked up, it was Dr. Draven, a man with a short spiky hazelnut hair that was followed by light blue-gray eyes and a burnt brown trucker mustache that held dominant around his chin.
He's the medical examiner in the League of Legends Crime Scene Investigators, otherwise known as, LoL: CSI. Whereas I worked at the LoL Police station, cooperating with the LoL: CSI for additional information.
Closing my laptop to direct all my attention to the man with an impressive mustache, I said coldly, "What is this thing that could help me?"
Grinning sarcastically, Dr. Draven said, "You sound cold as ever, Shaco my dear." Then he slowly stepped towards me.
Not amused by his answer, I said impatiently, "Spit out whatever you are going to say, Dr. Draven. You know I have no time for your chit chat."
"Ha-ha! Alright, whatever you say, Shaco. Calm down, will you?" Dr. Draven continued further in to my office.
"Well than what is it?" I said to the doctor who was now right in front me, making eye contact.
"I just found out the victim name is Mr. Blongrun." Dr. Draven said.
"… Continue." I said; intrigued by the piece of evidence, as it was hard to tell who the victim is specifically since The Demon Jester always mutilated their identity making it impossible to track his victim down.
"There is a bonus to this." Dr. Draven said, pausing in middle of his sentences to peak my impatience.
Looking at me, he smiled, and asked courteously, "Do you know who else was there when Mr. Blongrun was murdered?"
"Who, Dr. Draven? Who was there when Mr. Blongrun was murdered?" I asked ever so politely without gritting my teeth.
"His daughter, Poppy, who is now…" Dr. Draven said casually.
"In custody of physiological profilers, Vayne and Leona, Yes, I know. But can you tell me anything else beside that?" I said, without a change in my tone.
Surprised, Dr. Draven replied, "On top of things as always! I'm impressed, Shaco, since it's not an information you can get without 'disrupting' our computer network." Then, sitting at my desk, he found his usual spot, and continued.
"But sadly, I have to tell you that is all the information I can give you. As long as the girl continues to seal her mouth, that's it." Dr. Draven said but without any regretful tone in his voice.
He suddenly looked at me.
I immediately knew what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to talk to the girl.
"No, Draven. You know how I am terrible with children, specifically. I refuse to fill in your request." I said, absolute denial in my voice.
Sighing, Dr. Draven came closer to me and then stood up. Then he spoke, "Ah, that's too bad. I thought you wanted advancement in your case. You are a tricky fellow, Shaco and I know that. I am very certain you can get something out of her mouth, sooner or later." He continued, as he kept baiting me, certain, I would do what he told me.
Of course, I was tempted, as I would do anything to get a lead in the case. It had been 15 years without it, and I had the chance now.
But I didn't want to do anything this man told me to, as he is also a tricky man, who would just about do anything to see me in lowest form, by doing the dirty work for him, and certainly, I wasn't going to give him that.
"What do you say, Shaco, darling. Would you do that for me?" Dr. Draven said in his own sardonic ways, as he continued to wheedle me.
Me, who felt cornered, surrendered, but with a deal.
"Alright, Dr. Draven, even if it's your work assigned by officer Vi, I'll gladly take in the request and do it for you."
"I knew you would always have my back, Shaco…"
"But, you will have to do what I say from now on. You, Dr. Draven, will listen to my request 24 hours straight." I continued without any hesitation, knowing how rudely I cut off Dr. Draven's sentence.
, confused and challenged by the deal or rather, the limited choices, sighed mirroring the complexity on his face, and came to the conclusion.
"Alright, clown face, you've got a deal."
Leaving as he puffed his way out the door, I smirked, as I have won this round.