Forensic Evidence
de·tec·tive
/dəˈtektiv/ a person, especially a police officer, whose occupation is to investigate and solve crimes. "detectives are anxious to interview anyone who saw the car". A detective is an investigator, usually a member of a law enforcement agency. They often collect information to solve crimes by talking to witnesses and informants, collecting physical evidence, or searching records in databases. This leads them to arrest criminals and enable them to be convicted in court. A detective may work for the police or privately.
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Culture References
🅰ll is fair in the clarity of justice. None of us ever gotten the lingering clue, where all is hidden in the secured vault of unknown and calamity; But, reader, something flickered within the depth of your mind, which is the truth of our ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ.
🅽ow, tell me. Where we shall start to ᴇ x ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ?
🆂trike a deal with a Devil, and fall into vice and sin; Where naught is as it seems. Playing games you can't win. Beware of decision made in the dark, the blade of reckless verdict leaves the deepest mark.🅰s the remnants of a phantom melody ringing in your ears awaken your demeanor, shall we start the inspection of the case that goes on forevermore—leaving the aftertaste of something beyond bitter and sour? Come, follow the light, and we shall see where this tunnel of perpetual paradox ends; Do tell me, which option will you choose among all, ｒｅｃｉｔｅｒ？
🅺nowledge is power my comrade, but be aware, it's a very deceiving strength. It could lead you ablaze—within the fiery consuming flames. Nevertheless, cherish the revelation of one's ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ.
🆃o gain triumphant is to realize that stopping by feels smarter than continuing a losing war. Are you drained already, reciter? Worry not, none of this ever went to draught. Prepare yourself, and let's start from our ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ.
🅷ere comes the worst, ever-pathetic encounterance that became the answer of our mockery of a never-ending case. There's no slanted light seeping from the cracks, only more haunting shadows echoing around us maddeningly. How cursed and doomed we truly are, fellow readers? Now I shall face the consequences by becoming the hostage again, underneath the roof of my wicked alleged father, Ursal d'Phomet—which also a damned ＹＯＫＡＩ.
🆃he cruciating ending does not end just like that, or so you thought. Because as the sun rises the next day, you shall meet your final destiny written for you—ＤＥＡＴＨ.
🅟🅢: Things are never always as they seem, one whispered, but how far can a deceived depth of heart travel before fate's strings begin to ｕｎｒａｖｅｌ?
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