last flowers | rohan/reader

2。 azalea

She was surrounded by various hands. None of them quite matched each other— each one one belonged to a different person. Tan hands, slender hands, wrinkly hands, even heavily calloused hands, swam within what felt like an empty void in her direction. They'd all been after one thing; her neck. No matter how much effort she put into scrambling to something, anything, as there was no surface to this endless space, [name] was fixated in place. She was a doll on a shelf just waiting to be played with, to be destroyed, to be picked apart into tiny fragments by careless children. A twisted, personal version of an old nursery rhyme.

The hands fed into each other until they became a giant pair: light ivory skin and masculine fingers, but each with their own personality. They were to carry out the final goal of cutting off the air swelling in her lungs, inching closer by the second, all before she woke up in an unbearable sweat. She'd managed to beat the ownerless hands to the punch this time.

[name] got up and drew the thick curtains shut; despite it being morning, she had no desire to interact with the real world at this time. She'd soaked straight through the shirt she had thrown on before bed– and she was already removing it in order to shower the sticky sweat away from her back.

The shower ran perfectly normal, but it's uninteresting and completely usual behavior did nothing to keep her mind from wandering back to her worrying, if not prophetic dream. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest in the shower and began to lose herself in thought again. She decided to distract herself by creating an agenda for the day rather than persistently over-analyzing her dream death by strangulation.

Background check on Rohan Kishibe.
Meet Rohan Kishibe at written address in purse.
Get evidence of the supernatural's existence.
Begin investigation on disappearances.

She didn't know what else to list in her mind; Maybe check out a few books on the local history of Morioh from the library, or even stop for a few drinks alone at one of the bars in town. It depended on her mood, which was frequently more sour than not. Typically she found herself shutting herself up at home to sleep, but given the circumstances, that wouldn't be an option for a while.

The hot water began to feel suffocating after spending too long in its heat, and it always made her more tired afterwards. It didn't take much to exhaust her stamina. In that sense, it was sort of like she was in a video game— and her limited energy was always spent on pointless things, leaving her unsatisfied with the day's results. The missing persons case was definitely one of them. Rule of thumb left many M.I.A. people dead after a few days, so the majority of her efforts now would be done in vain as nearly all the victims disappeared weeks, even months ago. While she could arrest the perpetrator and they could be charged with their crimes, there wouldn't be any actual justice or results for dead victims. That's how she saw it.

[name] shut off the pounding hot water and stirred around her room for a bit, before officially beginning her first day of investigation.

•••

The Morioh Police Department's bullpen was far more unimpressive and boring than what she'd grown used to in S-City. At her department there was always a throng of people; a wild hustle and bustle that she thrived on, opposed to these few officers within bland olive green walls that made her feel uncomfortably queasy. [name] was used to wading through seas of officers, detectives and their paperwork, but now, all she fought through was the urge to vomit at the disorganized records room.

Everything here in Morioh, despite being significantly smaller, was in incredible disarray. She could excuse the huge lack of technology, but the mess that she stared upon now; file boxes stacked to the ceiling with no alphabetical or numerical order was a horrific sight, especially at a government building.