Jack entered the bar wearing his leather coat and black hat, both soaked from the rain. His white shirt matched his fair skin, while the rest resembled the brownish tones of his hair and eyes. Eyes, eyes that were filled with grief for the victim he couldn't save, and instead of being met with concern and comfort.
"Oh! Look who's coming in haha! It's the Angel of death!"
Said a detective sitting at a table with his friends, mocking Jack.
"Yes, yes, it's him!! They say he's cursed and anyone who gets near him will die haha!!"
Said one of his friends.
Listening quietly as he walked toward a chair, Jack ignored them, though he felt bothered.
"What annoying people! Makes me want to hit them, but if I do, I'll get kicked out, so I'll have to keep ignoring them."
That's what Jack was thinking as he sat in the chair closest to the window at the back of the bar. But suddenly, Jack felt someone approaching.
"Hello Jack, how's life going, kid? You seem sad, what happened?"
"Oh, what a scare! It's just you, Everton. Well… I was walking through the city when I heard a scream. I went to see what was happening, but the person who screamed was already dead. It's the third time I haven't been able to arrive in time to either save the victim or catch the killer."
Everton, a kind-hearted young man with blond hair and a bright, elegant smile. Jack's only friend.
"What do you mean, the third time? Brother, don't you think you're letting those bullies distract you? You used to solve every case you worked on, and now you're stuck with this, Mr. Angel of Death haha, what a silly nickname they gave you."
"I don't think it's a silly nickname, after all murders always happen when I'm around. Normally, you hear about a murder and start investigating it. In my case, it seems I attract death.
"Don't be sad, Jack, I'm always here for you, brother. Tell me, do you have any information about the body? Who was he or she?"
"That's the biggest problem. I really don't want to tell you, Everton."
Jack says it with a tear-streaked face, towards his friend.
"Why, Jack? Please tell me so I can help with this case."
"It was your father, Everton the scream was your father being killed, and I couldn't get there in time to save him. I'm sorry!"
Shocked by the news, Everton began to cry as he hugged Jack, both finding comfort in each other's warmth amid the cold brought on by the deep sadness in their hearts.
After a few drinks and hours of sleep at the bar, Jack is woken up by Everton.
"Ah, is it already morning? What do you want, brother? I really don't feel like waking up."
"What do you mean you don't feel like waking up!! I've made up my mind! Jack, we're going to solve this case together! I have to avenge my father's death, and I feel that with you, we can do it!"
"Oh, so now I feel like waking up! How long has it been since we worked together? Two years? Haha."
Said Jack, leaning on Everton to get up from the chair and happy because he could finally work alongside his best friend again.
A new investigation was about to begin.