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Time wasn’t something that could be stopped despite how many wished for it to. Even if only for a few moments but time is cruel and it will continue to tick on. Ignoring the pleas of those who needed it to stop. The ticking almost resembling some kind of cruel laugh, you would expect to hear from some shonen antagonist.

Art stared at the clock in his office and gave a wary sigh. It was Friday and the clock showed it was nearly nine pm. He was just back from the crime scene of The Weekend Rippers latest victim. It was just like the others, all organs had been removed and left in the deaths wake was the grief stricken family members.

The inspector had struggled through the entire week to find anything about the killer and as he had before, he failed. If only he had, had more time. The two teachers he investigated in the school came out clean. Finding someone with the same level of surgical skills as the killer in the school was proving to be a difficult task. Maybe the killer was a surgeon at the hospital who was asking their child for all the information about the school and what teenagers were bullies. His other theory though unlikely, was that the murderer was a student.

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Karma kept his eyes on the FBI agent, never allowing his guard to slip. He fidgeted, hands in his pockets, clenched into fists. There was no reason he was here, no reason he was asking the other man such questions. Curiosity, would honestly be the only way to describe it although it wasn’t like usual. He wasn’t just idly curious anymore. It was something much deeper than that. “Just curious.” Karma responds, his voice loud in the empty graveyard. He was informed of Jayden’s case involving the Oragami killer and he couldn’t help but wonder, why was he here, out of all the places he could be, why here? “What’s wrong, Jayden?” He inquires, his voice dark and mysterious. The question was asked like any other but it sounded much more menacing.