x. a starter no one asked for \\ @nin9tailed
Supernatural activity all over the city seemed to be picking up at an alarming rate, seemingly with no singular cause and most of the human population remaining ignorant of it altogether. Incidents and fatalities were chalked up to increased crime rates in less desirable neighborhoods, freak accidents lined the evening news scrolls at the bottom of the televisions screen but Do-a was always watching.
Every news headline held an eerie promise of something more until she managed to click the link and read more about the details of each suspicious death, missing person, inexplicable crime or the biggest red flag on her radar: traffic accidents.
She combed through every possible news source, using leads and sometimes more resources than was technically legal from her position at work but Do-a could rationalize the use as the same logic behind protected informants that spoke with the police department. She kept her sources anonymous, even the pen name she used to update her weekly blog wasn’t directly tied to any of her personal information and though to anyone else her interest in the supernatural was merely a freak obsessive hobby, it was her dedication to her craft that would’ve alarmed anyone actually paying attention.
Typically on nights such as these, she clocked out of her real job only to investigate one of the crime scenes herself in hopes of finding… something. Something tangible perhaps, proof of the supernatural world in action amongst the lives of humans that she’d always suspected and known in her heart to be true from far too young of an age. It was the middle of the night and armed with nothing more than a fake police badge and a cup of convenience store coffee, Do-a exited her vehicle at the scene of another bus crash just on the outskirts of the city. This was the third within a two month span with no reasonable cause or neglect of vehicle maintenance on the part of the bus company.
Do-a scanned the scene, the overturned bus and the flashing of all the police lights as crime scene photographers moved about the scene behind the police caution tape. Underneath the street lamp casting a long dark shadow as a man leaned against the pole, Do-a studied his casual stance despite the horrible scene before him and her curiosity piqued. Making her way over to the rather well-dressed man, she pulled a small notebook from her back pocket as she nodded to him in greeting.
“Excuse me. sir… were you a witness? Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”
