unravel

“Are these weapons available for anyone to purchase? I’m surprised a store like this is allowed to operate without strict licenses.”

Though his credentials as a detective may be fraud, Akechi still preferred to operate with information rather than without. Taking a stroll through the city of Spirale was the fastest way to familiarize himself with his new surroundings and investigate the ones responsible for bringing him here... perhaps do more than investigate, if he had his way. He’s fed up with being played a pawn in someone else's game. 

Akechi pauses, or rather, is forced to pause next to a curious piece of street art made up of what looked and felt like spider webbing. He knows because unfortunately, his sleeve had caught on the material in passing. The substance sticks to his glove when he attempts to brush it off. He removes his glove, and then the other, lest he walk around looking less than immaculate. 

 "A unique art installation, if rather hazardous left unattended," he remarks dryly to himself, his eyes passing over the spider knitting the web as if it were a part of the display.

Akechi joins a line of people in a busy café, the kind that churns out commuters and has none of Leblanc’s back-alley charm. He’s not at all pleased to find himself in Spirale, but he’ll have his coffee first and puzzle over fate’s machinations for him later. When the barista hands him his drink, he pauses over the order and with an audible sigh, he turns to the customer beside him. “I believe there’s been a mix-up. Is this drink yours?”