「𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚: (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆)」

                                    

                                          
“𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 [𝖫𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾] 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽?”
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
"[Name]?"
                          
The little girl turned her head to the side, where a tall, white haired teen with his black sunglasses looked at her in curiosity. She averted back her attention to the [Fav. Flower] in front of her, ignoring the change of expression he showed on his face.
                          
He walked to her side, and scrunched down so that both of them were in the same position and also seeing the exact same thing. The chirping sound decorates the silent atmosphere as they didn't utter a single word, until he breaks it.
                          
"What happened?" He asked. The soft wind breezes through them, making the leaves on the tree's branch move synchronically with the wind. [Name] still keeps her gaze at the flower, as if it's the only one she can see at the moment.
                          
A soft, innocent voice coming out from her lips without averting her eyes from the beautiful flower. "Who are my parents?" His eyes widened behind his glasses, and he didn't expect that question to come from her.
                          
Ever since her arrival, she didn't talk much, even when he tried to make her. All she says is 'yes', 'no', or 'I don't care' every time a question is thrown at her. She's asking her parent's identity is the thing he is most surprised about because, instead of her parent's whereabouts, she is asking as to 'who' her parents are.
                          
He stood up and extended his hand towards her, finally catching her attention. She looked at his hands, then reached up and also stood up. The wind breezing through her white yukata with sakura petals pattern as they started to leave the backyard.
                          
"Do you want to hear a story?" He asked her. She is a smart girl with an open mind. He doesn't worry about her mental state because he knows better that the story he's about to tell won't affect anything on her. After all, if that's her response to her parent's death, he shouldn't be worried about this one.
                          
His question piqued her interest as she looked up to face him smiling softly at her. "What is it?" She asked with pure curiosity.
                          
The sight of a main household started to come into their line of sight as he answered it. "Did you know how the [Last Name] family was founded?"

                          
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「Rᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ —　　Aᴜɢᴜsᴛ 24ᴛʜ, 2017.
                          
　　 Aɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀss ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ғɪғᴛʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍs ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴇʟʏ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ. Tᴡᴏ ғɪʀsᴛ-ʏᴇᴀʀs, Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ Gʀᴀᴅᴇ Oᴋᴋᴏᴛsᴜ Yᴜᴜᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ Gʀᴀᴅᴇ Gᴏᴊᴏ [Nᴀᴍᴇ] ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ.」