TRIGGER WARNING: DESCRIPTION OF A CORPSE, CHILD DEATH/ABUSE, MENTIONS OF A MENTAL HOSPITAL AND FALSE DIAGNOSIS.
PROCEED.

I watched as Sakai cried, the cold metal of the handcuffs meeting her wrist. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Police dragged her to a car and I nodded at Officer Fujii as he passed me, his arms wrapped around the thrashing woman as she tried to escape.

She knew about her husband's meth addiction and couldn't stand the thought of him around her son. She confronted him about it but he threatened to tell Sakai's biggest secret.

Sugimoto was the body's host. Sakai was the alternate personality in a quirkless body.

I knew that it wasn't a quirk, it had to be DID.

Not wanting it to get out (for whatever reason that was, it honestly didn't seem that bad to me), she kept quiet. But eventually she heard word of a hit man that would kidnap a child and their father only to kill the father and bring the child back safely.

Leaving the child in the mother's custody.

She had started in America and made her way to other countries and Sakai had ordered the hit on her husband.

Solving the crime was easy enough, with Sugimoto telling me everything. The part that troubled me was the hit man. Who were they? Sugimoto brought me receipts and proof but said she didn't know the name or any personal information of the person.

That part was left to me.

I had called Noah and my boss, telling them to look into those cases, have them reopened.

Their alias was Chichi Koroshi, or Father Killer. Charming.

I asked Sugimoto how Sakai and the Father Killer met, but she told me she didn't know. She said the only way she knew about the hit man at all was from when she would front and see the letters exchanged between the two.

I guess I'd find out sooner rather than later, considering I'd get to interrogate her later.

But right now, it was late at night and I was ready to go home. I made sure she got to the station and then went home myself, tired from a day of running around the city and eventually just being told what the answer was.

Love it when people do my job for me.

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I walked out of the station and towards Nessie, who was parked a few meters away from the doors.

Ok, I thought as I mounted my motorcycle, putting my helmet on over my head, Sakai says she met the hit man at a divorce support group. She said she was in fact a woman and her name was Shimizu Yoshie. If this hit woman has a single brain cell at all that's an alias.

"Daichi," I called, swinging my head into his office." He jumped, the pen between his upper lip and nose falling to his lap, "give me everything you have on a Shimizu Yoshie."

"Time frame?" He asked. I hummed, tapping the door frame in thought.

"Up to fifty years ago."

"On it babe." He said turning around to his monitors and typing away.

I walked back into my office, looking at my cork board.

"This is a lot of evidence to connect."

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He leaned against the wall of an alley, waiting for the woman to come meet him.

"Hello." The man jumped at the sudden voice, is arms drawing close to his chest.

"Jesus Christ woman! Don't you make noise when you walk?" He whisper shouted in her direction.

"Why did you ask me here and how did you find me?" She demanded, glaring and ignoring his question.

"Because I need you." He said, handing her a piece of paper.

"Who is this?" She scoffed, resisting the urge to toss the paper aside like it was nothing, which to her, it was exactly that.

"The person I need you to kill."

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"Listen up bitch!" Daichi exclaimed, bursting into my office. I turned towards him and away from my cork board filled with evidence and crime scene photos.

"What do you have?" I asked, crossing around the table to take the file the male held out to me.

"There were obviously a few people with the man me you wanted me to search, but using my deduction skills, I think this is the one you want to hear about. Ok, Shimizu Yoshie," he began as I opened the file, immediately met with a picture of a young girl in pigtails. "Ten year old quirkless girl that died about eighteen years ago under mysterious circumstances."

I looked over the file, scanning the information.

"Cause of death was blunt force head trauma?" I whispered to myself.

"Exactly!" He exclaimed, pointing to the file in my hands with his pen, "Look at the pictures of her body and the autopsy report." He insisted, tapping his pen on his finger.

I saw the pictures of her upper torso, skin pale and littered with... burns?

"Cigarette burns?" I asked, looking up at Daichi. "Bruises?"

"Exactly. All signs pointed to domestic abuse, especially since she lived with her father." He informed me, sliding the pen behind his ear, effectively pushing his gray curls back.

"Mother?"

"Mental hospital. The father was a doctor who pronounced her clinically insane after she started telling people who he would beat their daughter. No one believed her because the father was so well respected." The gray haired man explained.

"Why did no one connect the father to her death?" I pondered.

"Oh, it's because Shimizu was missing for two days before her body showed up, and her father was worried the whole time so no one suspected him."

"So why this name? Why is it important?" I asked myself, eyes not leaving the file as I walked around the table towards the cork board.

"If I can ask, why do you need information on a little girl that died nearly twenty years ago?" Daichi asked, following me around.

"That name, it's an alias that the hit woman used." I informed him. "What if... what if she relates to Shimizu? What if she went through a similar experience and this is her way of representing that little girl?"

"How is that representing her?" Daichi asked in horror.

"Because she's killing fathers who are deemed unfit by the mother. The mother kept telling people how abusive the father was but no one believed her and her daughter died because of it. Either the unsub is the daughter who was in a similar situation or she was the mother. Either way, there's a reason for this alias." I explained.

I need to call Noah and tell him to run this case through vicap to see if anything similar comes up. Then run those names through divorce support groups in the same area and time as the previous abductions and murders.

"Ok," I said, rubbing my hands together. I opened them a bit and blew into my cupped palms. I held my hands out to Daichi and he leaned forward to blow into my hands.

"Hoping for some luck detective?" He asked, smirking.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that. But blessing the dice doesn't hurt."

Who was that honey? 👀👀

Fun Fact: (Y/N) has met Overhaul. She interrogated him once in prison, trying to get details on the Shie Hassaikai. He found her extremely annoying, but cleaner than others. (She lied and said she was quirkless to get him to trust her.)

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