"What do you know about her?" The man asked, wearing a professional uniform, and an ID that shows that he is infact an investigator, and not just any kind, those type of professionals that did something big before.
Well, perhaps he is about to do it again. After getting a huge lead.
And the this huge 'lead' is named Scett, a normal girl, who lives in a normal apartment, except, her situation isn't so normal anymore, not when her house is filled with men and women with uniforms and a gun on their belt. And she's pressed against her desk, her both hand tied up, and gripped together. By The very known Gate Marshall. The best investigator in the world.
"I'm asking again..." A grunt escape Scett mouth as her cheeks gets even more pressed on her desk. "I...I can't talk—" Gate must've understand what she meant, so he lessened the assault... Just an inch.
"Now. You can speak." He said, coldly.
"I.. I don't really know her or anything—" She hissed when Gate gripped both her hand even tighter. "Oh really? Weren't you the one who... Created Yui." Wasn't a question... A statement.
Everyone thought The YUI, a legend whether alive or dead, was a genius singer, whom created it's own brand. A WICKED singing... Clown, with a crown.
But no. Someone actually created that style of her, that style that is everywhere ever since. And the one who created it... Was Scett. A normal girl.
Scett was silent for a bit. She did created that style, that character, that everyone knows. But why is she being investigated because of it?
Because as far as everyone know, five months ago, Yui... Died. It is said that she was found dead in her apartment, because of overdose. Just like how half of the legends in the world died. Nobody thought that would happen to her though. Maybe because before she could even create a song, she had promised to everyone that she will not use drugs to cope. But I guess... Yui didn't know how much it would cost her popularity for her own self. She underestimated people. Cruel. And wicked. To be killed by the people you dreamed to sing.
"So? What if I did? What is it to you guys?" Scett said. Everyone in the room tensed.
Scett created that monster, and that's it? She just said it casually, like saying goodnight.
"You're going with us." Gate confirmed, titling his towards Scett to the others, ordering them to take her. But before they could, Scett tried to pull away, stuff from her desk falling, but it was all for nothing, because a sharp pain made it's way to her nerves, she snapped her head to the direction, where someone had dig a syringe on her arm.
She woked up, that song...
I wanna be the one to woken the sun... Oh girls they wanna have fu-un, ohh girls just wanna have fun...
One of the most known song that Yui created, and ironically, it's playing in the background.
"Sit down properly." Gate made her come back to reality, realizing she's tied up, except, now she's at this room, a bit mirror on the side, where lots of people probably watch them.
"I'm not a criminal, so, I don't know why any of this..." She said, moving her wrist that are tied "—are necessary at all..."
Gate adjusted himself. "Well, you created her, you're part of it."
"Yui?" She asked, her eyes finally having a courage to locked on his. And he saw it, a glimpse of some kind of... Worried, or even pride, in her eyes. She did created her.
"Yes." He said shortly. The people from the other side, who's watching them from a big glass, we're all tensed up, waiting for something.
"Let me just make this clear..." Gate started, Scett felt it, something is up... With Yui.
"What do you mean?" She asked, voice hard. Gate let out a chuckle... Maybe because of how crazy this who world is in. How fucked up everything is.
"There's a serial killer on a loose, who's killing producers... And mostly the biggest entertainment company... Who owned Yui. And the killer... Is none other than Yui herself."
So, the Legend singer who died, who ruled the world, I'm talking about someone like Michael Jackson, or Madonna... Or Maryln Roe. Imagine that... Someone like that, dead, and came back... As a serial killer.
To be continued.
The Wicked Cl/rown.
