(1462...Friday...the 13th)
Newspaper: "A few weeks ago...a family...was found...dead...Only the girl...was found alive...probably...the daughter."
(1478...Friday...the 13th)
In the Kingdom of Dehls...the number of murders has been increasing more...and more...especially in the capital, Big Bens...Naturally, the police are responsible for these cases and are doing their best...For that reason, there is a certain detective...Her name...is Fiona Hamilton. Welcome to Grimmshorths, a world...full of mysteries...and riddles."
Fiona: "(...I hate...people...You're probably wondering...why I became a detective then?...Well, that's simple...I was raised by an academy that specializes in this kind of work...and I passed...Math.....,English....,.....,Sports.....,Physics...,Chemistry...,Biology..... and...Ethics.....Let's just say...I'm good at many things...Oh, and of course magic and sorcery. I got an in those too.)"
Guard: "Miss Hamilton, there you are."
Fiona: "Mhm...the victim?"
Guard: "Uh...Liam Stewart...A well known criminal...He abused victims...and even trafficked them..."
Fiona: "Why wasn't he arrested?"
Guard: "Every time it happened...the victims' families let him go and forgave him...I think they were threatened. His father is famous and wealthy."
Fiona: "I see..."
She picked up her staff. Fiona was a very well known woman...She had white hair and purple eyes...She wore a black suit, the kind of hat people imagine a female detective wearing, and carried a staff because her right leg was weak. She also wore a monocle, never really showed emotions...Her parents were murdered, torn apart and...eaten...right before her eyes...Many believed that was the reason Fiona often looked tired.
Fiona: "Alright...are there any witnesses?"
Guard: "No..."
Fiona: "(Of course there aren't...Who would want the police or the guards to save...a child abuser...Several underage girls took their own lives because of him...) Hmm...What's this..."
She pointed at his hand.
Fiona: "Look...he was holding his chest..."
Guard: "Was he struck in the chest?"
Fiona: "No...no...there's no blood...No blood...And yet...there's...a hole...in his chest..."
Guard: "That's...strange."
Fiona: "Was it a human...or a Nemesis?..
Nemeses are spirits...born from people's fears, negative thoughts...wars...and murders...
Guard: "It can only be a Nemesis."
Fiona: "Hmm...No...look carefully...His hands...they're so badly broken...as if...he fought back...Look at his fingernails...he was clinging to something...something..."
Guard: "An object?"
Fiona: "Do you see any box...or anything here?"
Guard: "No."
Fiona: "Exactly...you see...(Madness...A hole...in the chest...without blood...How does someone do that?...Is it magic?...No...the hole was made by...a sharp object...but...that doesn't explain why there isn't any blood...How...did they manage that...)"
Guard: "So...um...does that mean...the Dark Umbrella Detective Organization will handle it?"
Dark Umbrella...a famous detective organization...responsible for supernatural as well as ordinary cases. The special thing about them...they use magic...and...not only that...they...are armed...
Fiona: "Hmm...Looks like...that's the case...I wonder who it is...Well...whatever...We'll take care of it...kid..."
Fiona looked at him.
Fiona: "Is something wrong?"
Guard: "No...um...not really...I just noticed your umbrella and your hat..."
Fiona: "Those are Bob and Crane..."
Her contract partners. Bob is the umbrella...well...he lives inside the umbrella...while Crane is the hat...
Fiona: "Anyway...tell your chief...And if he ignores it again...and gets involved...there will be many more victims..."
She took out her card...Every card bears a person's title. Fiona possesses the Card of the Clock, and because of it...she is known as Lady Mystery...since that's what is written on the card.
Fiona: "Hahhh..."
She possesses an ability...for cases like this.
Fiona: "Looks like...I have no choice..."
She took out a pistol...and shot herself in the head.
(Bang!)
(Tick...tick...tick...)
(Dong...dong...)
Fiona: "Ugh!"
She looked at her own body lying on the ground.
Fiona: "Hmm...Looks like it worked...My ability is simple...By shooting myself in the head...I become a spirit...That way I can ask the spirits in these cases if they know anything..."
She left the place.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
She walked to the crime scene.
Fiona: "Alright..."
She removed her monocle...Her eye turned into a clock hand, and it began to spin.
(Tick...tick...tick...tick...)
Fiona: "...Here...exactly...there..."
She watched as the victim looked at his own chest...The hole...suddenly appeared.
Fiona: "I understand..."
She looked around.
Fiona: "...No traces...But the killer...isn't a Nemesis...Is magic involved?...Hmm?"
She saw a coat...moving quickly.
Fiona: "Hmm?"
She grabbed it...but it was only a coat.
Fiona: "...Wait a second..."
There was blood inside it.
Fiona: "...Blood...The hole...matches the victim's size..."
She smelled it.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
She looked around.
Fiona: "It's strange...What kind of magic...does someone possess...to do something like this..."
She looked at the clock.
Fiona: "Damn...time's up."
She returned to her body.
Fiona: "Guhhhhhh...hahhhh...hahhhhh...hahhhh..."
She stood up.
Fiona: "Hahhh...That was close...Otherwise I would've remained a spirit..."
Her nose was bleeding.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
She wiped it and looked at her hand.
Fiona: "...Hahhh...Time to sleep...Dark Umbrella will handle the rest..."
She took off her jacket...and her gloves...then lay down on the bed.
(16 years earlier...)
Fiona: "Huh...Where am I...?"
(Gulp!)
(Click!)
Several eyes and mouths appeared.
Mouth: "Hello, my child..."
Fiona: "Who are you...What happened to me?"
Mouth: "You lost consciousness after your parents were murdered before your eyes."
Fiona: "What...my...parents..."
Mouth: "You should know...your parents were famous magicians..."
Fiona: "Ugh...No...and...who are you?"
Mouth: "I am...Mother Holle...a witch..."
Fiona: "What..."
(Alarm!)
Fiona: "Guh!"
She quickly woke up.
Fiona: "That dream...again...Hahhh..."
Fiona got up and used her staff.
Fiona: "Hahh...Walking with a staff at twenty...isn't exactly cool..."
She left the building.
(Ah, you're awake.)
Someone suddenly spoke. It was the leader of Dark Umbrella.
Fiona: "Lady Natasha..."
Natasha: "Hehehe...I heard we have a new case...I'd like you to learn more about it..."
Fiona: "Mhm."
Natasha: "Alright...tell me...did you find anything?"
Fiona: "The victim has a hole in the chest...but...there was no blood...Also...I'm one hundred percent certain this was the work of a human...Before dying...he fought against someone..."
Natasha: "Hmm...Couldn't the fight have happened earlier?"
Fiona: "That's possible...But...it's not really something I can imagine..."
Natasha: "Haha...I understand...Very well...I trust you...Lady Mystery..."
Fiona: "...Hahhh...Thank you..."
She continued walking.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
Natasha: "Hehehe...I heard we have a new case...I'd like you to learn more about it..."
Fiona: "Mhm."
Natasha: "Alright...tell me...did you find anything?"
Fiona: "The victim has a hole in the chest...but...there was no blood...Also...I'm one hundred percent certain this was the work of a human...Before he died...he fought someone..."
Natasha: "Hmm...Couldn't the fight have happened before that...?"
Fiona: "It's possible...But...it's not really something I can imagine..."
Natasha: "Haha...I understand...Very well...I trust you...Lady Mystery..."
Fiona: "...Hahhh...Thank you..."
She continued walking.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
(6 years earlier)
Mage: "I see...you want to know...your ability..."
Fiona: "Exactly...I want my card..."
Mage: "Okay...okay."
She placed several cards on the table and shuffled them.
Fiona: "Hmm."
Mage: "These cards...contain the abilities of the Six Guardians...The Witch Beatrice...The Clown...The Fool...Medusa...The Ring...and of course...the Witch of Death...Mother Holle..."
Fiona: "Ugh..."
Mage: "But that's completely impossible because she is an evil guardian...Well...not exactly...she's simply a witch...who controls death magic...Let's see."
She shuffled the cards once again.
Mage: "Alright...choose one."
Fiona: "Mhm."
She picked a card.
Fiona: "Uh..."
Mage: "Hmm...Ugh!..."
It was the Card of Mystery...This card...this ability...belonged to the Witch of Death...Mother Holle.
Mage: "Hahh..."
The mage collapsed onto the floor.
Mage: "This is...completely impossible...It can't be...It's been...more than three hundred years...Why...do you possess it...Why did you receive...the Card of Mystery...You...you...will be cursed...for the rest...of your life..."
She stood up and walked toward Fiona.
Mage: "Get...out...Get out...And don't you dare...actually use that card...Find another job...Forget about becoming a detective..."
She threw Fiona out.
Fiona: "Ugh...What...did I do...?"
Suddenly another woman appeared.
Mifa: "What are you doing?...You can't treat a customer like that...I'm sorry...Please come back inside."
Fiona entered again.
Mage: "Alright...I'll tell you what you have to say...to obtain the ability."
Fiona: "Okay."
Mage: "Ashes...to ashes...Fall to the ground...The eyes of the cursed...The grins of the mouths...And the voice...of corruption...I call upon you...Witch of Corruption and...Death...Mother Holle...Say those words once you're home...alright?"
(A few minutes later after she arrived home)
Fiona: "Ashes...to ashes...Fall to the ground...The eyes of the cursed...The grins of the mouths...and the voice of corruption...I call upon you...Witch of Corruption and Death..."
Suddenly Fiona lost consciousness...and collapsed onto the floor.
(Click!)
(Gulp!)
The eyes appeared...and so did the mouths.
Mother Holle: "Hello...my dear."
Fiona: "Oh...you're...the woman...from back when I was a child..."
Mother Holle: "My dear...At last we meet again...As I can see...you've received my ability..."
Fiona: "...Uh."
Mother Holle: "One of them...However...you will be cursed because of it...Are you aware of that?"
Fiona: "I never wanted the card...Why did you appear back then...?"
Mother Holle: "Hehehe...Because...your parents...died...because of me..."
Fiona: "What...?"
Mother Holle: "Hehehehe...Your parents...wanted to perform...a sacrifice...It is forbidden magic...The sacrifice...kills the offering...The offering must be...a child...under five years old..."
Fiona: "And that child..."
Mother Holle: "Was you...my dear."
Fiona: "Ugh...What...My...parents...wanted to kill me!?"
Mother Holle: "Exactly...They wanted to sacrifice you in order to serve the organization they worked for...The Forbidden Library of Rapunzel..."
Fiona: "Huh...What..."
Mother Holle: "Hehe...That doesn't mean I'm kind...You were supposed to die...But I saved you...from your parents...I didn't have to...yet I did...Even I don't like seeing children die...especially at the hands of their own parents..."
Fiona: "Ugh..."
Fiona fell to her knees.
Fiona: "Mom...Dad...Why..."
Mother Holle: "Now to the important part...You are cursed now...my dear...In exchange for the power...of the Card of Mystery...I will take...your left eye...and the strength of your right leg..."
Fiona: "What...?"
(Splop!)
Fiona: "Huh."
She touched her own left eye...Blood...began flowing out.
Fiona: "Aaaaaaaaaaaarghhh...Hhhhhhhh...My...eye...!"
She held her eye.
Mother Holle: "Hahahahe...It's alright...Everything will be alright...my dear...It won't take long..."
Fiona: "Ghhhhh...My leg...Aaaaaarghhhhh..."
(Gulp!)
She opened her eyes.
Fiona: "Ghhh...ghhhhh..."
(End of the memory)
The moment the memory ended, she looked at her food... the pain... the more Fiona remembered it, the more she realised how pathetic it looked in front of people... when she was a child...People even called her young Grandma for having a walking stick; despite that Fiona Made it to become a dark umbrella detective
Fiona: "Hahh..."
She looked at her hands. She took out the Card of Mystery.
Fiona: "...Hmm..."
She sighed.
Fiona: "Since that day...I stopped smiling...and started getting used to...not trusting other people...Just like when I found out that my own parents wanted to kill me..."
She continued walking.
Fiona: "There is only one thing...that makes me happy."
(Click!)
Ice cream seller: "Hello...Miss Fiona...Let me guess...ice cream with two scoops...flavored strawberry and coffee...Bitter and sweet...First the sweet, then the bitter..."
Fiona: "Yes..."
(Ding!)
Fiona: "(Eating ice cream...If there is something I like...then it is ice cream...It manages to make me feel so good...no matter if it is sweet or bitter...A crazy invention...I have to say...If there is someone I would like to save...then it would be the ice cream sellers...The others are...irrelevant to me...)"
The moon...
After all...
The world of Grimmhoth...is always...dark.
There is no...morning...
Fiona: "Hahhh...After this ice cream...straight to the case...what a day..."
(Meanwhile)
Unknown: "No...no...no...urk...raaahhhh...aaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhh!"
(Splach!)
He fell to the ground...
Once again...
A hole in the chest.
(Grin)
(Hehehehe)
(A few minutes later)
Guard: "They are here again...Miss Fiona..."
Fiona: "Mhm."
Guard: "So...the killer is once again...a nobleman...Herold Stevensberg."
Fiona: "I can already see that...without you telling me."
Guard: "Hmm..."
Fiona: "H...hhhh..."
(Dong!...Dong!...Dong!...Dong!)
Fiona: "Hmm..."
The guard coughed.
Fiona: "Hmm?"
Guard: "Uh...don't worry...It's just...it's cold."
Fiona: "Who said I was worried...but you have something...in your cheek."
She moved very close to him.
Guard: "Hehehe... (turns red) (...Damn, is she beautiful...She smells like strawberries...)"
Fiona: "Ah...oh...It seems to be a wound...Sorry..."
(Dong!)
Fiona: "Hmm..."
(Dark feelings)
Fiona: "Hmm?"
She turned around...She looked toward the roof...
There was nobody there.
Fiona: "(Apparently...someone is watching the situation...)"
(Splop!)
(Hehehehehe...)