Lyranichi

100 years from now the protagonist, Destory (Des) Ashe was born as a boy with cat ears. 

As it just so happens, Des also seems to have the ability to see the unknown. He's haunted by the night, he constantly sees spirits. 

Des decides to use his ability to help put the spirits to rest, he solves their cases. With the help of his uncle, (a washed up detective) and his friend (a famous magician) Destory racks up several cases and becomes quite famous himself at a young age. 

Unfortunately, he can't seem to solve the most important case, the one involving the infamous cursed object, the Widow's Pocket Watch. Destory has been haunted by the demonic spirit that accompanies said pocket watch.

A Darkened Apparition

  After some amount of time I suddenly came to the realization that someone was trying to get my attention. A hand was placed on my shoulder, waking my absent mind.


"Wolfe! What're you doing here man? This is an active investigation scene yaknow?"


  The one speaking is detective Noble Barnes, he's my colleague in which I've worked with for the past few years. We shared clues on several cases in fact. We never spoke about our personal lives, therefore he has no idea who Teresa is to me…


  They've long since taken her body off, leaving me silently standing at the entrance for presumably several minutes at this point.


"I was in the area, thought I'd check the scene…what have you found so far?"


  Barnes briefly gave a questionable look, But then he took a breath and led me down through the room into the hall. 


  The interior of the house is quite beautiful, mahogany wood floors, pure white walls. I suddenly had a flashback to the day Teresa came home from her first day working here. She talked about how pretty the house was and how much she loved the kids she would be taking care of. 


  I was feeling as if a black hole had swallowed my heart, my throat was burning as I was choking on my emotions…I'd have to do my best to hide that right now though. For her sake I have to get to the bottom of what the hell has happened here.


"From what I can tell it's a simple cut and dry case, some kids heard some strange noises in the night and when they came out of their rooms this morning they caught a sight they'll never forget. The poor bastards."


  I simply respond in silence while trying to pick at every single detail I can see until Barnes continued explaining his investigation.


" And so it seems like a simple case at first glance…other than the kids she was the only one in the house. The maids all clocked out previously, and the head advisor has an iron clad alibi."


"Yeah…well except for a few things that just don't add up."


  My eyes widened the second he said this.


  Barnes stepped further into the hall and pointed up to the rafters in the ceiling.


"Well when we got on the scene she was hanging from this arch right here."


"You see how high these rafters are right? That's gotta be a good 10-12 feet. My question is how the hell does a 5 foot woman tie the noose up there and then hang herself without something to stand on?"


"There wasn't a stool or anything found over here?"


"Nope, nothing. And none of the kids saw anything of the sort either."


"Well, I wouldn't go that far. There isn't any motive what so ever to prove murder. I mean, the woman put her days in helping orphans. Everyone so far is alibied up, I haven't checked into the details yet but something tells me this one's gonna be easier to write up as a classic suicide."


"Easier!? What about her? You think she would really do this!?"


"Whoa, calm down. You feelin' okay Wolfe? You're looking a little pale."


  I stormed outside, I was so overwhelmed with all of this. I looked up at the blue sky, watching the thin clouds slowly move over the tree tops.


  I inhaled the harsh smoke of my cigarette into my lungs and sighed. If Teresa is really gone…what am I supposed to do now?


Well…for now I suppose I'll just focus on finding out who is responsible for this and bring them to justice. That is what I do after all.


Crime Scene