Review: This was beautiful. I've never been so immersed in a story before, it was actually unreal. I don't know you personally, but I'm proud of you, and you deserve so many headpats. ā¤ā¤ā¤
Review: You recommended I read your favorite child here, and I'm glad you did. I'm loving this. I'm binge reading it.
John is such a sweetheart. And I can absolutely picture Takigawa as a laid back cop. I'm curious to see how things develop with Mai and Naru.
Can't wait to binge read more.
A companion tale set in the Detroit Become Human universe using the characters of Ghost Hunt. Fandom blind story!
John crouched and raised the camera, taking his time to adjust the zoom just right. Blue eyes squinted as he looked through the small sight and twisted the thick lens. He snapped the shot. A birdās nest nestled securely in a rusty, disused aerial standing above an endless sea of disused warehouses, bathed in the red haze of sunset. It was quite a breath-taking view. He got to his feet with a sigh and looked around in silent awe. Heād taken quite a few shots from the old metal rooftops already. It was a wonder the area hadnāt been flattened yet. Heād almost fallen through the rusted sheets more than once that day. He took a moment to return the bulky red camera to his backpack before taking off again.
His feet made loud metallic clanks on the sloping surface as he ran, hopping over the edge of the building and dropping to a slightly lower rooftop. He looked around for a safe route down. Maybe he could even get inside one of the dilapidated buildings. The place had been shut down for almost ten years now, and over the last decade even the security had disappeared. No one ever bothered to come here. Occasionally, there may be a few teens looking for somewhere to party, but they didnāt stick around. Heād photographed some amazing graffiti that day, but all of it was quite old. Cracked and faded on rusted metal or crumbling concrete. Even students were going off this place as a secret hideout.
The warped metal creaked beneath his feet as he walked across the rooftop, coming upon an old skylight. He leaned down and ran a hand over the filthy glass. This looked like a plausible entry point. The glass itself was still firm, but as he tested the jagged metal frame, he could see the rusted seal giving way. He tugged on his protective gloves and pulled, feeling the rust turn to powder against the thick material as he heaved. There was a resounding crack as the window came loose to be pushed aside.
He was careful as he knelt on the edge and used a small flashlight to peer into the darkness below. There was a metal bar just a few feet down, probably from the old lighting system. Below that, he could see the shadowy outline of an old gangway, though he wouldnāt know how stable it was until he reached it.Ā I just hope the lighting rails hold.Ā He took a few steeling breaths as he got to his feet. His best bet was to swing from the rail to the gangway as quickly as possible. He trusted the gangway more than the thin rail. With that in mind, he stepped over the edge.
A small grunt slipped out as he grabbed the rail, gasping as the whole thing twisted to spin him in dizzying circles. He hadnāt considered chain supports. One hand slipped as he looked around, trying to figure out where to go.Ā At least the rail hasnāt fallen yet.Ā He used his legs to swing on the long bar, getting himself closer to the gangway before letting go. His feet touched down with a loud crash that was almost lost in the jingling groan of the lighting rig as it collapsed on one side to swing back and forth.Ā That was closer than Iād like.Ā Adrenaline buzzed in his veins as he edged his way along the cracked surface.
āAgh!ā He yelped in surprise as the metal he was edging along fell through. His fingertips just caught the walkway's edge, feet kicking as he tried to look around and get a better grip. He was still too high to simply drop to the floor below.Ā Oh no!Ā There was only one way. A chain dangling close by. It had probably been used to heft larger loads like some sort of crane or pulley system. After all this time, it may not work, but he had little choice as the walkway groaned.Ā Lord protect meā¦
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