Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20190131225052/@comment-25389303-20190310234955

Epilogue

Detective Iva Ravenwood yawned quietly as she performed her routine sweep of the streets surrounding the Steelmoon Auction House. Three hours had passed since they had received the call regarding the incident, and since then almost every officer in the area had shown up to investigate. Even now, forensic experts were hard at work inspecting every inch of the building, in search of any clue as to the identities of the heist's mysterious perpetrators.

But while the rest of the department scoured the building, Iva took it upon herself to patrol the areas beyond. So far, she had discovered nothing. Luckily, only one alleyway was left...

When Iva rounded that final corner, she quickly froze. Within the alley, she found a figure kneeling on the ground, gazing at something lying upon the cold concrete. She noticed how the man tensed slightly as she stepped into view, but remained kneeling as she slowly approached him, even with her hand resting cautiously over the revolver holstered at her side.

"Is there a problem here, sir?" she asked calmly, despite the nervousness she felt. Something about this man felt...off.

After a moment of silence, the man reached forwards and raised something for her to see. A chunk of ice, she quickly realised - though her attention was drawn to the man's dark grey metal prosthetic instead.

"I don't suppose you're a hunter, are you sir?" Iva asked him, stopping a safe distance away from the man. He certainly had the build for it, judging from the toned muscles stretching up remaining flesh of the man's arms. Again, a long period of silence followed her question, before eventually the man nodded.

"Of sorts," he replied in a slightly raspy voice. He rose to his feet then, not even looking at Iva, and instead inspected the alley more closely. More chunks of ice and rock littered the ground - clearly out of place in this empty sidestreet.

"Looks like a fight took place here," Iva observed, her eyes noting deep rends in the brick walls on either side of them. Whatever happened here had been short, and vicious. "Looks like nobody died, though."

The man grunted something unintelligible, running a metal hand through his messy green hair as he absently kicked a loose rock across the ground. It appeared he had already retrieved everything he wanted. With a sweep of his long, dark-green coat, the man began to leave. Just before he made his exit, however, he turned his head and flashed Iva a grin that stretched across his scar-ridden face.

"No deaths," the smiling man agreed, a paralysing malevolence in his otherwise empty eyes. "Not yet."