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Yawning loudly, you tried to stood up but you knocked your head directly on the ``top`` of the bed. That's right. You nearly forgot about what happened yesterday. You sighed before you adjusted your eyes in the darkness, trying to find a way to get out from this coffin prison. - " What the hell is wrong with them?! Coffin-bed for tourists?! And they said I am the freak... " you pouted, passing a hand on the wood. You groaned, hitting your forehead against the coffin. Why didn't they include a way out too? - " Seriously, how can my life goes much better? Oh yes, that's right! Ahem, Miss (L/N), your next and last investigation will be in Eng

(A motel in St. Rose) "My love, wake up..." You groaned as you turned your head away from the sudden voice. You had heard it before. It was deep, powerful, sometimes husky when the mood called for it, and it was...annoyingly insistent for attention. Reason why, it loved to pester you. "Come on, flower, open your eyes so that I may look into those gorgeous (e/c) gems of yours." "Nooo...I wanna sleep." The voice chuckled at your childish reply and kissed your temple. "You have slept long enough. Now come on and get up. There is something I not only wish to show you, but I also need to discuss a few things with you as well." Groaning once mo

When people saw him walking down the halls of the busy school, they would try anything to avoid meeting his gaze, and some stare with disgust. Of course he knew all of this. He is Hanamiya Makoto. One of the uncrowned kings who played more ruthlessly. Everyone disapproved of his way of playing, but he could care less. Nobody told him what and how to play. He played by his own rules. When asked, people would somehow always end up with the same answer of what they saw in Hanamiya. They saw a massive dark aura that surrounded him and a menacing look in his hooded olive eyes. The way he treated people was disgusting. He never had an ounce of kin