"The date is May 31st, 1994. My name is Noah Miller, a detective in the city of resin, and this is my story."

"Hey Noah, you got the case." Tom said. Noah takes a breath and looks at the wrinkled old man. "What's the case, Tom?" Noah asked

"Well Noah my boy, another streak of killings, Tom said. Noah's face goes pale, and he glances at Tom. "Let me guess another suicide too,Noah asked rhetorically. Tom goes to speak but knows this is Noah's fifth murder case in the last year. "Noah, I'm sorry, but you're the only one, Tom tried to say before being interrupted. "Stop the bullshit tom; you think I don't know you guys give the hard stuff to the new guy!" Noah yelled. "Listen, Noah, I'm sorry, bu," Tom tried to apologize. Noah slammed his hand on the desk, looked at Tom coldly, and said, "Just give me the report." Tom looks at him with a guilt-stricken look and hands him the report. Some wonder if Noah is a killer because of his sharp yet delicate face, which always had a cold look. His long grayish brown hair, which was put up in a bun, and his calm green eyes would make many wonder if he had ties with a certain organization.

Fuck you, fuck this job, and fuck this life.

Noah thinks to himself as he reads the report.

Name: Jean Carlo 

Address: 433 Sage St. 

City:resin. 

date of crime:10/8/94

location of crime: Sage St.

CI report: quadruple homicide 

Implants: C3 graphic chip

Suspect:dead

Just like in the last case, damn, this is the fifth one this year. He thinks with a guilty and sad look.

Noah stands up, pinching his nose, then he says, "Carlson, get the rover ready; we're leaving." With big circular glasses, soft brown hair that dangles slightly past his forehead, and a gentle face, many wonder why he does this work. Carlson fumbled the papers in his hand, rushing to the door, then spoke, "Noah, why do you keep taking such difficult jobs?" Noah walks to the door of the old police station opening it, and then responds, "Because I have to; who else will do it?"

Carlson was stunned, as he always believed they forced him, but then Noah continued to speak, "And I'm forced to." Carlson looks surprised and says, "Here, I thought you were unique, but it seems all detectives are alike." Noah continues to walk, paying no heed to Carlson's words. 

Noah and Carlson hop into the car, observing their surroundings. They notice the towers that shoot into the sky with dazzling light protruding from them. Then they notice a sign saying, "Resin City of Technology."

"Carlson, start the car,Noah says, looking at the sign of resin. "Kunk Bmbmbmb," "Noah, you haven't told me where we're going," Carlson asked with a tired demeanor. "433 Sage St., now shut up and drive." After Noah says this, Carlson begins to drive while Noah watches the surroundings. He thinks about the former beauty resin had before it became infected with high rises spotting the sky and homelessness covering the streets. 

As they arrive at Sage Street, Carlson and Noah notice the dilapidated look of the houses. The gray feeling in the air and the trash littering the streets. "Hey Carlson, do you know what Sage St. used to be?" Noah asked. "No, I don't, as this is my first time here, so the question was rhetorical Noah," Carlson asked, annoyed. Noah paid no mind to this and continued, "Sage St. was where the wealthy lived, the pillars of resin. You know, before the 5th Industrial Revolution, after that happened, businesses took over the city, subjecting all men to work. Rich or poor, it didn't matter." As Noah stops, Carlson notices sadness on his face, which quickly disappears. 

As they arrive at 433 Sage St., Carlson is jolted. 

"Carlson, stop and turn on your C4X." Noah commands, and Carlson complies. "Carlson, your night vision is working; is the chip working?" Noah asks. "Yes, Noah," Carlson responds with a serious look. 

Noah then turns on his CX6, allowing him to see on a microscopic level.

"Get out," Noah commands, and they begin their search. 

Wow, isn't this a Victorian-style house in the 20th century? Damn, I miss houses like this. Noah thinks 

As they enter the house and open the door, "creek" step step. With each step, the floor screeches. Step step. Noah looks to his left at Carlson, noticing his face is one of terror. Noah scans the first room and sees a beautiful spiral staircase with a picture on the wall of the Carlo family. "They look like such a happy family," Noah said. Carlson then quickly replied, "How is that your first thought seeing a child hanging?" Carlson's anger is palpable. Noah swiftly responds, "See this five times in 10 months, and you get used to it." Noah's face remained cold, with no emotion showing. Carlson and Noah quickly found themselves searching the bottom floor with nothing out of the ordinary besides the child hanging from the stairs. 

"Carlson, let's begin our ascent." They climb the stairs with no problem, but once they reach the top, they smell something disgusting. Noah looks at Carlson and says, "Carlson, have you ever smelled death before? I mean, a gruesome death." Carlson is shocked and bewildered by the smell and replies, "No, Noah." 

"Well Carlson, please be ready for something gruesome." Gulp "Carlson, you pussy, stop acting scared; this is your job." Noah replies coldly, but Carlson swears he can see a slight smirk. "Carlson, there are five doors; now pick which one is the most disturbing," Noah asked. Carlson responded, "The middle, Noah, the middle, it feels like it's staring at me." "Ahahhaha, Carlson, do you not know what you signed up for?"

Carlson responded, "What do you mean?" Noah didn't respond, but his look became colder. "Carlson, it's the door on the far left; blood and gunpowder residue are in that door." Carlson takes a breath, knowing what's about to come. "Carlson I will open the door. You look into the room; you need to get used to this."

As Noah opens the door, Carlson peaks in; he sees a man sitting in the chair with a book stuffed into his chest. Carlson's lips quivered, and his breath became short. "Huff huff, Noah, he's gutted. He's fucking gutted!" Carlson yelled. "Carlson, look to your left and right," Noah responded. Carlson turns his head and, as clear as day, he sees two more children hanging on the left, and to the right, is the mother cut limb from limb stuck onto pikes.  "Bluahggga huff huff blauggh Noah huff, please take over," Carlson demands. Noah walks into the room and scans the body's. He noticed the mother had gun powder on all of her limbs but no bullet holes.

He scans the children, noticing cellular lacerations all over their bodies. Then Noah finally looks at Jean and scans his body. Jean was covered in microscopic dust; the dust not being found in the records of CX6. "Interesting," Noah says with a shocked look, alarming Carlson. He looks at Jean and sees the book, but the book is perfectly clean. No blood, gun powder, or that dust. Noah walks up to the book, grabs hold of it, and pulls it out. 

"Noah, you freak how ca-" Before Carlson could finish, he was knocked out by Noah.

"Thump." "Okay, let's continue the search." Noah said to himself as he opened the book, looking at the first page and reading 

"Darkness, only darkness is left in their wake."