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CHAPTER 1: EMPTY GRAVES
GRAVE: DESECRATED?!
January 6, 19XX
A grave in [REDACTED] has seemed to be desecrated as a rather sizable hole seemed to have appeared after the caretakers have soon closed up the cemetery. The coffin appeared to be bashed open and empty but investigators noted that some scratches seemed to be from the inside of the....
Bla, bla, bla. The grave was owned by some random-ass guy who had zero to no records of even living near or in the same city as the cemetery.
Reigen folded the newspaper neatly, nesting a paperweight on top of it. He was done reading it after all. He fidgeted with his pen, bored as hell. He brought out his diary from a drawer and began scribbling and jotting down... Anything, really.
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Reigen Arataka
Local conman
10/10/XX (28)
Male
Works as a P.I. at a local establishment. Investigates local or minor crimes (petty theft, burglaries, and the like.)
101 Salt St. [REDACTED] City,
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Business is slow again, like usual. Clients aren't uncommon nor rare, but it's still a driftwood business. I just can't seem to get a hold of the...
Reigen jotted further in his personal diary, puffing out smokes from his cigarettes when he feels it just literally being smoke in his lungs.
You'd think this crazy ass city would drive in clients with outrageous crimes for me to solve, but noooo, people would rather be pickpocketed than-...
The red phone rings opportunity to him, he takes notice and answers eagerly.
"Arataka Investigative Services, how may we help you?" Reigen answered back with rich enthusiasm, holding the phone against his ear (like you should, dumbass writer).
He handed out business cards long ago when he felt energetic enough to do so, maybe, just maybe, this was a potential client. "Is your refrigerator running?"
The person on the phone said with a deep, breathy voice, and a hint of mischief. Reigen thought it was some sort of cryptic message, and so he leaned in.
"Yeah, why?" Reigen answered back with a furrowed brow and a hint of curiosity, finding his blue pen already eagerly tapping a beige pad paper. He was utterly curious now, what does it actually mean... Is it something illegal... Something dangerous for once? What could it be...
"Then you better go catch it!" The man—or men, on the phone said, hearing maniacle laughter from other people as well. Reigen's face straightened with a disappointed frown and heard the phone click from the other person, the call was done. He was prank called, by those goddamn teenagers.
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...Meanwhile, somewhere else.