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30th of January 2026
11:30 am
*10 hours before*
Department of Justice Downtown London, Britain.
Office number 12.
She sighed for the million time today. She had a headache, she was hungry and the words infront of her eyes were dancing. She knew she coudn't keep doing this. Her therapist told her to give more time to herself and not slave away at her desk....but that was what made her Job so fufilling.
A knock on the door broke her thoughts in two. The investigator jumped at the sudden sound, almost knocking over a paperstack she had neatly arranged hours ago. The Detective took a look at herself in the window to her far right.
The Woman she saw had her usual straight and styled black hair now in a tied back bun. Her stripped red vest was unbuttond and not sitting properly on her off-white collared shirt....
God she was a mess.
Quickly she straightend her hair out and buttond Up her vest before shouting a quick, "Come in!". The door opend in a quick motion. In stepped a tall woman in a greyish coat. The Detective immediately reconised her. It was a well known prosecutor in the building next door. The two of them usually worked together on cases and have brought many to justice. Her Name? Everyone seemed to know it. Miss Rita Proof.
"Ugh what do you want?" The Detective sighed, running a Hair through her black Hair, messing it up once again. Miss Proof chuckles as she leaned against the door to her Office. "God. You look like a mess. Detective Penelope Croft...how many times are we going to be having the same conversation." The Detective tried to interupt but Rita woudn't let her. "DON'T you dare say that you have things under control. I mean-look at you!" Rita took some kind of flyer out of her jacket and slammed it down on the detective's desk.
"You. Me. Dinner. Bar and having fun. Tonight. At 10 PM. No takebacks. Okaybye-!" She quickly rambled before storming out of the office before the Detective could refuse. She groaned in frustration before absolutely slamming her head on her table...Yup. This is her life....paperwork and anoying pests like that attorney...
This is the life of our Detective Penelope Croft, a well known Detective in Downtown London. Even If she would think otherwise, her life was quite...Well....boring, and quiet. No family. Only a couple of friends and a apartment so empty it seemed Like she was actually living in her office. Some attornyes praised her for her work but it would be way better If she was actually paid for doing this much overtime!
30th of January 2026
8:50 pm
Department of Justice Downtown London, Britain.
Office number 12.
"FUCK FINALLY!" The Detective almost screamed as her shift came to an end and now...she was Just Penelope! A normal woman trying to relax after a long fucking shift. Never in her life has she ever sprinted out of her office so fast like today. Did she forget something? Wait...fuck. That annoying prosecutor asked her to go out for dinner...it would be rude not to go...and maybe she'll get some free food...
Before she even made up her mind, she was outside, walking towardes the parking lot through some shady allyway because fuck it, she didn't want to wait 30 minutes+ Just to get to her car! Penelope was exhausted and hungry, so she wasn't looking where she was going but who cares! Right...?
While walking, she suddently stumbled and had to catch herself on the dirty allyway wall. "Hey! Watch it idiot! Wh-" Penelope stopped her cursing when she saw what she almost fell over. It was a young man peacefully laying against the opposing wall....but... something was wrong. Why wasn't he reacting? Why wasn't He...breathing...?
The Detective took out her Phone and dialed a number that has become so familiar for her.
"Prosecutor Proof? We have a murder."
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