CASE ONE: STUDY OF THE PSYCHO PINK

CLUE: 0


A lavender gray hair male ran with all his might through an unused old house that is soon to be demolish. Black loafers hitting the old rotting wood floor as creepy creaking sounds creaked everywhere. Looking back, blazing red eyes filled with anger, confusion and horror screamed at the following shadow. Quickly like a fox the male add speed hoping to loose his follower, but only making the follower gaining speed. Small bells sounds rang out a deadly tune as if it was playing a death song for the poor male.

"Where are you going Asin?" as the figure asked, with a crazy and a high pitch screechy voice. It was a preppy girl voice as the male scrunch up his face.

"FAR AS FUCK FROM YOU!" the male cursed huffing and puffing from the running, not loosing his breathe, the male ran up into a room and locked it quickly before the girl could get to him.

"OPEN UP ASIN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Once again, a high pitch preppy girly tone rang through out the empty dead house. The voice may sounds cute but it is no where NEAR cute as far as Asin can say. He need to get out of here, no way the mighty Asin will fall in the hand of some crazy preppy girly girl. But still, nothing but shock over took him. But he was soon snapped from his day dreaming when a loud thud can be heard, she is breaking into the room. Asin rushed to the old door and hoped that she can never get in here, sadly luck is not on his side, there is no window in this place.

"OPEN. THE .DOOR~" this time the voice was quiet and more screechy, not a good sign for Asin at all.

"FRIDGE, FUDGE, FIRETRUCK, FUCKING-" Asin cursed as all the possible variant to the curse word was being yelled out faster then a machine gun at a rate of 90000km per second, perhaps even faster then the speed of light if possible. Then the thudding sound stop and Asin relax just ever so slightly, but yet still not dropping his guard. Thinking that the girl had give up, but then once again, fate likes to mess with the poor victim. Now loud screeching sound can be heard.

'YOU HAVE TO BE JOKING WITH ME?' Asin thought, the girl gave up on thudding, she is SCRATCHING the door. Asin looked around, ANYTHING will be helpful, blood red eyes darting right to left thinking and calculation an escape route. But it was too late, a hand went through the door as Asin cursed loudly. She is same as him, a martial art master, how can he fall in the hands of THIS girl? Asin couldn't say anything as he backed up, red eyes glued to the figure that he knew so well ripping the door away and now inching towards him with a jar. The fighter gulped, not backing down the fight, hands out ready in an attack position.

Last thing Asin heard was bells and a laughter of someone that he knew so well.

Last thing Asin saw was pink.

That was the last time anyone saw Asin Tairin.


VICTIM: ASIN TAIRIN

DEATH TOLL: 4 DEATHS

VICTIM NUMBER: 4


DEATH: UNKNOWN DRUGS AND SPARKLES


INVESTIGATOR IN CHARGE: ELESIS G. LESTRADE


CASE: SUICIDAL DEATH