She didn't know what to think when she walked in the office. Everywhere else in the building seemed so busy compared to the quiet room she was now standing in. The biggest surprise was how young the man she was looking at appeared to be, and how dark- skinned he was. Maybe he was a foreigner? She wanted to say something but he was concentrating so intently on his work, she didn't want to interrupt him.
He was head went back and forth in a repetitive fashion as he analyzed the paper on his desk. She could read the large letters from the door, where she was standing. The paper was a file about the Rokkenjima Incident, a summation of all the reports and findings. One page was all it took to bring together what little information there was on the actual massacre. However, he stared at it with immense inquiry, getting in as much detail as possible. After awhile, he sighed, his mind fatigued from the intensity of his thinking.
"You can come in now. Sorry it took so long." He leaned back in his chair. Surely enough, his voice sounded as though he was only in his twenties. Everyone else in the building were in their mid- life ages. He must truly be an exceptional individual to be so young and in a detective's agency. The woman took her seat, pulling out a picture of a portrait of a blonde woman in an elegant dress from her bag. "That's Beatrice, the witch of the island, correct?"
"Yes. Before he died, Tooya Hachijou told me what little he could about the truth of the island." She pulled out a stack of papers that looked like manuscripts for a story. "This was his last and final story that was supposed to have everything in it. Please, I beg you, solve this story and find Beatrice's corpse."
"Her corpse?" He leaned forward in a slight big of shock at hearing such an odd request.
"It turns out Beatrice jumped into the ocean. I believe that my brother knew where it is and Hachijou- san wrote the truth about the island and her suicide hear in this story."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but it has been what? Almost two decades since the Incident, who knows where the corpse could be at this point."
"But I'm sure it's still in the same place. I can feel it! Please, I have to know. I have to know where it is so I can give Beatrice a proper funeral."
"Wasn't she a stranger to you?" He started to become intrigued, placing his elbows on his desk and his hands crossed in front of his mouth.
"She is, but from what I understand, she was a good person and my brother loved her. I feel it's only right to place her corpse next to the one she loved."
"A sense of duty, huh?"
"Yes."
"Well," he leaned back in his chair again, "I can't say no to that. Plus, denying a request from a woman your age just isn't my style. I'll do all I can."
"Thank you." She said as she began to cry.
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In what seemed to be an infinite universe full of billions of stars of various sizes and colors, Ange became lost trying to find a fragment that created these stars. Each of these stars are universes in and of themselves, retellings of the same story with different events and rules. Searching for a specific fragment in this place can only be done by one who has the ability to work within the impossibilities of probability and chance. Ange can't do it, she knows it would be impossible for her to find it, but she continues on believing she can do it. If only she had something that can lead the way.
"You lost?" A young man said suddenly, startling her.
"Y- yes," she said after finally calming down, "who are you?"
"Dupree Hens Jusio. At your service, ma'am." He said as he bowed.
She couldn't hide her surprise at how oddly normal he seemed. He was very dark- skinned with a slightly- shaved head, wearing a tuxedo- like outfit that made him dashingly slim. In fact, the only thing ridiculous about him was his name.
"So, I assume you need a way out?"
"Yes, I mean no. I need to look for a fragment."
"The original, I assume?"
"Do you know where it is?"
"At Lady Aurora's City of Books."
"Damn..." She bit her thumb, wondering how it would be possible to get it after the last time she tried to steal the Book of Truth from that place.
"I can tak you there. I work for her. Besides, she rarely ever holds grudges, especially not against a former miko."
"Wait, how do-"
"I know that? Everybody knows about you, Ms. Ange Ushiromiya, Golden Witch of Resurrection."
She fell further into a state of shock, trying to think of how famous she was.
"Come on, I'll take you to her now. She's on the brink of boredom and needs some entertainment."
"I still have a question."
"What is it?"
"What were you doing here in the first place?"
"As Lady Aurora's favored Librarian, she has placed me in the position of Cartaker of all Fragments."
"You take care of these fragments?"
"I'm basically a babysitter, nothing really happens here."
"Doesn't it get boring? It's a dangerous job for a witch."
"I'm not a witch, though I do have as much power as one."
"You do?"
"How else am I going t protect these fragments. Witches come and go, taking these guys and opening them up as they please. If one of them had illegal access or had impure intentions, it's my job to stop them."
"Wow, you sound pretty awesome."
"Thank you, but we better hurry. Lady Aurora is getting close to the brink of death. She'll be glad to see you."
He snapped his fingers, and they were quickly wrapped up in a complete darkness. In less than a second, Ange found herself in a former battleground, where she fought beside her brother and family, The City of Books.