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Markov was more then happy to drop that miserable brat that was supposedly his daughter off at her new school. He stepped out of his car clicking a button on his key chain to close the doors behind him. He clicked it a gain to lock it then strolled forward with a high chin and a menacing scowl. He was called to Tokyo to work on a mysterious case of random deaths that seemed to be caused by natural illnesses throughout the Kanto region. Though it was fact that these natural occurrences were so unnatural for the simple reason of them following an odd pattern. They died of health problems that had never previously been noticed in their anatomy. From heart attacks to suicide, it didn't matter. Markov was 99.7% positive that there was some evidence of the persons in question pending doom.

Lost in his train of thought he hadn't noticed that he was already standing in an elevatior taking him to the floor where his office was. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, remembering that he hadn't slept in days. He'd been working on these cases for over nearly two years and he'd gotten nowhere. It was frustrating. The probability of him solving the case in the next five years was too depressing to contemplate. He sighed as he plopped down in front of his desk and ran his fingers through his scraggly hair.