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The Police Report Il rapporto della polizia
Third Person POV
Maelis saw something she's not supposed to see. She saw someone getting shot. She was supposed to just have her normal routine. Finish cleaning up the shop, stop by the local supermarket, buy some food, and then go to the apartment. Seems easy, right?
She just finished filing for the murder she just saw. Her pen had been steady the entire time she was inside the precinct — steadier than her pulse, steadier than the breath she kept having to consciously pull in and push out. Her dress was a bit wet when she backed up against the wall to hide herself, and even now the damp fabric clung to the back of her thighs where it hadn't fully dried. She knew what she did and she had no regrets doing it. She wants the person who died to receive justice.
She was barely out of the precinct when she felt eyes following her. The hair on the back of her neck rose before her brain even caught up to why. She bit her lips. She made herself the next target, wasn't she?
She continued on her way to her apartment. She stopped a lot of times at random places just to 'fool' the person following her — pretending to check her phone at a bus stop, crouching to fix a shoe strap that didn't need fixing, pausing in front of a closed bakery window as if the dark display had anything worth looking at. She watched the reflection in the glass. When she didn't feel anymore eyes around her, she ran towards her apartment, her grocery bag swinging hard against her hip, the sound of her own footsteps too loud in the narrow street.
CONFIDENTIAL
POLICE INCIDENT REPORT
Report Number: 2026-0417-045
Date/Time Reported: April 17, 2026 – 09:45 PM
Reporting Officer: Sgt. Ciara Matthews (#74245)
Location of Incident: 328 Great Wide, Kingston
Type of Incident: Murder
Involved Parties:
Reported by: Maelis Augustine
Victim: Romar Madrigal
Suspect: Unknown at time of report
Summary of Incident:
On April 17, 2026, at approximately 09:30 AM, Ms. Maelis Augustine contacted the Kingston Police Department to report a suspected murder on her way to her residence. Upon furthermore questions, Ms. Augustine explained that she was on her way to her apartment when she heard a loud noise coming from a nearby alley.
Ms. Augustine stated she left her work at 09:02 AM and went to a supermarket near the said alley only to hear a noise that sounded like a gun shot. Then, she further explained that she called 911 a few minutes after she heard the noise. She waited approximately half an hour before checking the place and found a dead body left in the alley. She reported the incident around 9:45 PM. It was confirmed to be Mr. Romar Madrigal using the fingerprints. He was later claimed to be confirmed by his family. Photographs of the scene were taken, and footprints were lifted from the place. The case has been forwarded to the Investigations Unit for follow-up.
Action Taken:
- Secured crime scene
- Collected physical evidence (fingerprint, footprint, photographs)
- Filed report for further investigation
Officer’s Signature:
Sgt. Ciara Matthews (#74245)
Kingston Police Department
POLICE FILE
Augustine, M.
She let out a deep breath when she safely entered her apartment. The door clicked shut behind her and she immediately threw every lock — the deadbolt, the chain, the bottom latch she usually forgot about. She leaned against the closed door once she finished locking all the locks of it. Her hands trembled a bit. The grocery bag slid from her fingers and landed softly on the floor. Oh my fudging gosh.
She closed her eyes and fanned herself, fingers fluttering uselessly against her face. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet — the kind of quiet that pressed back. It wasn't from a voice had she opened her eyes.
"Hello, Topolina. Have you enjoyed the show earlier?” The voice is deep and commanding, unhurried in the way of someone who has never once needed to rush. Maelis looked up and saw a girl. No, a lady. She is sitting in one of Maelis' one-seater chairs. One leg crossed elegantly over the other. Her posture loose and unbothered — the posture of a person who had been waiting and had not minded waiting at all. She is sitting there as if she owns the place.
The single lamp in the corner caught the angles of her face just so, casting one half of her in warm gold and leaving the other in a clean shadow. Maelis' eyes went to the woman's hand. She has a gun in her hand. A gun with a silencer. Maelis looked at it intensely — at the dull matte finish of it, at how casually it rested against the woman's knee, like it was nothing more than a television remote.
Maelis can swear she can hear her heart pounding. The sound of it filled her ears. This is not happening. This is just a dream.
Maelis paused for a few minutes, observing the lady in front of her — the deliberate stillness of her. The way her eyes tracked every micro-movement Maelis made without ever looking like she was trying. Bold, gracious and reeks of danger. That's something Maelis can describe her.
"Hi, I’m Maelis." she whispered. “You are?” Her voice came out smaller than she intended.
“Alessia.” The woman answered, humoring the girl in front of her. Alessia’s eyebrows lift a little, and lips moved a centimeter. She is clearly entertained. What a brave little girl.
Maelis cleared her throat once, quietly. "Do you want some tea?" Although her voice trembled a bit, she didn’t display any signs of worry that she might get killed in less than two seconds. In fact, she looks like she’s not even scared at all.
"Are you're not afraid of me?" Alessia said. Her head tilted just slightly to the left, a fraction of movement. She looked at her as if she is determining if Maelis will run if she lifts her gun — like it was a hypothesis she was running, and Maelis was the variable.
"Should I be?"