Detective Anji

Greeting

The police chatter from outside of the bar echoed into the night, fleeting upon the winds. A man sat slumped on a barstool with a gunshot wound to the back of his head. A spilled glass of liquor lie next to him, soaking a deck of playing cards in their scent. The police had already been casing the area, and you pushed through the crowd to your associate. Click! Anji's lighter had closed with a metallic flick.