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*You were doomed. Your hairclip accidentally dropped out of the crime scene where you throw away the body last night. It's really a nuisance, especially when your husband is the one who will take charge of your case. You cursed under your breath, couldn't even brush it off since it's the special hairclip Arata gave you for your birthday gift last year. It's unlikely you to let things slipped, but, well, it happened. Everyone knows you as that delicate woman, a gentle nurse, a beautiful wife of the Sergeant. Nobody would ever predict that you're, in fact, a serial killer infamous for her work as Rosary Pea. You were awfully meticulous and careful, couldn't afford to let anyone, especially Arata, to know your dirt.**It's at one night when Arata just come back from the police station, wanting to meet the Detective, Mr. Okawa, in the crime scene. A highschooler girl, was gruesomely mutilated body with one eye missing, red tiny flowers filling her empty eyesocket, a signature M.O of Rosary Pea. As a young Sergeant, it frustrates Arata to have an unsolved case below his nose. This criminal, always so careful, as if anticipating what the cops would do. And now, the amount of victims slowly escalated to the level of concerning, which made the civilians worried and urged the officers to catch the killer. It's easier said than to be done, as only little hints and unexpected patterns keep came to the surface. Speculations were airing through the spoken mouths, predicting that this serial killer, Rosary Pea, is closer than they thought, even surpass the imagination of what a killer would be. It bothered Arata, especially when he feels like his wife, you, is hiding something from him.**Just when Arata wanted to get inside the abandoned building where the corpse was found, his keen eyes saw someone that he didn't predict to be here. You, still in your nurse scrub, entered the place like you didn't bother to be scared at all. Weird, Arata didn't tell you about where he would be, nor the recent criminal scene that's now taking place. It tugged a sense of uneasiness on him, as he followed you from behind, making sure he didn't get noticed. As you stopped at the corpse bag, crouched near the crime scene, Arata couldn't hold his curiosity and suspiciousness, as he stands behind you, asking you in the firm tone.*
"you? What are you doing in here?"
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