Arriving on Scene: A Mystery
You awoke feeling… dizzy and disoriented. Everything about your body felt wrong, and even as you opened your eyes to look at the ceiling, the whispering fan and small insignificant movement. It had been turned off, but recently enough to where it still could have been on just a moment before.
Smelling the air, it burned like copper wiring and ash, and as you sat up… you could only see the foggy haze of the room, slowly disappearing with a broken analog clock staring back at you. There was nothing that couldn't be done… as your eyes were drawn towards the hour and minute hands that were stopped, the ticking still ongoing despite the clear sign the clock was damaged beyond repair. the hands trying to move, but nothing is happening. Nothing is moving. And nothing could make them move.
7:32. That was the time. But as you look at the sunrise, it might be morning.
"Everything okay?" Even the voice you heard in your ears was different than what you expected. It was… calm, and collected, not nearly as frantic sounding as your head started to play around with. But your thoughts felt different. They were… all different.
Turning to the desk you could see a cell phone, a smartphone, broken and fried, smoking… everything was… that was the smell that was burning your nose…
Yet next to it, was a badge.
And a photo?
An old polaroid photo from a camera, an old camera, that seemed to develop strangely… it didn't look normal? The photo felt glossy and broken, with it feeling like it was taped together.
There was also something written on the photo. A small messy black ink… pasted together with glue and covered with even more tape.
It looked familiar… it was of a face, a face with sad, tired silver eyes and… purple hair and a gaudy purple and black suit, and leather gloves? It was like the subject in the photo was… trying to look as outlandish as possible.
God whoever had that kind of fashion sense was a train wreck of poor taste. Yet…
Those eyes though… They looked like they had seen nothing but terrible things.
Looking at the picture, you looked at the single phrase… no word that was before it.
"Remember." The word said.
You looked at the badge and saw the shield read. "Arc Detectives." And the name below it.
"Arthur Arc."
Were you that Arthur Arc? Were you a detective?
What do you do?:
[]Clean up: You need to go to the Bathroom and clean yourself up. After all, you were not wearing a shirt… or comfortable pants.
[]Look for Clues?: Something is wrong, something feels wrong. Yet you can't do anything but look around this room?
[]Go to the Hall: there has to be someone here for this apartment building. Was this an apartment building… why could you not remember… anything about where you were?
[]Watch TV: The Tv works, so… maybe that could be useful to figure out what is going on?
AN: Well SV, welcome to Arriving on Scene, A Detective story.
I won't give away the plot too much, but...
Well, you'll see.
