FIRST INVESTIGATION

[faentasy]

INVESTIGATION I

Good Morning. Did you sleep well? It certainly feels like you have, perhaps too well, even for those who don't normally sleep. Maybe that's to be expected in this fairy tale, maybe it was only a matter of time.

Regardless, rise and get ready for your day, and keep your eyes to the sky. For who knows if someone fell to temptation?

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[faentasy]

[He can't quite fly to the rooftop, no. But there is a trellis with horizonal slats affixed to the house's exterior that's tall enough to reach the roof. There's no stairs leading to the rooftop from the inside of the house either way.]

[hellochildren]

[Well, that's...difficult, but if he can work with it, he will.

He flies as high as he can, before climbing the rest of the way using the trellis.

What does he find?]

[faentasy]

[He finds... well, a large red bundle of cloth that's partially in the gutter. The small portion of the fabric dangling over the side of the roof explains what he saw from the boutique, but if he moves closer it's readily apparent that some rope is also wrapped about the entire thing, keeping most of it nice and compact. Perhaps then, the scene would simply be strange and not worrying, if not for the sneakers that stick out from one end of the bundle.

What will you do, Pericles?]

[hellochildren]

How unfortunate.

[He said, without an ounce of sympathy in his tone.

He'll flutter to the rope, and cut it with his talons. Then, he'll move the cloth off the victim's front.

Who didn't make it past the first week?]

[faentasy]

[The ropes aren't quite thin enough to be cut through, but he'll be able to loosen it enough to shift the cloth and expose whatever is underneath. And once that is out of the way, there can be no doubt that this is a someone rather than a something.

Or rather, this was someone.

Contrasting wildly against the vivacious hue of the red fabric, their green blazer and white uniform shirt only serves to highlight the dark band of bruising and the scratches that stretch across their pale neck. Brown eyes once bright with the light of life now stare blankly upwards, glassy and unseeing as the wind lightly ruffles the bangs around their face. While they were ever so energetic and lively, now it's almost like their frailty has been put on display, as their small body lies cold, stiff and completely motionless within the cocoon of crimson cloth.

At least one girl's wish will remain unfulfilled here now.

Samidare Asahina is dead.]

[hellochildren]

[That...that, the parrot actually does find unfortunate. He hadn't talked to her much, but he at least expected her to make it a bit longer, considering how she acted at the meeting. Kinda sad, really...

No matter. A body is a body, and it means they're going to have to find out who did it.

They'll give Frau Asahina that much.]