As I stood there, frozen in shock, Locarious materialized before me, his presence a jarring juxtaposition to the serene atmosphere of the cafe. My mind reeled as I struggled to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before me. Locarious, the enigmatic figure I had been working with, was now standing alongside Lint, a man I had been led to believe was Akira's friend. The question Lint had posed to Akira, "Who is Lucifer?" hung in the air like a challenge, its implications ominous and foreboding.
Akira's response, a seemingly innocuous remark about the devil, was a transparent attempt to deflect Lint's inquiry. But Lint was not so easily swayed, his eyes narrowing as he growled, "Stop pretending, Akira." The air was electric with tension as Akira's anger boiled over, his face reddening with rage. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the cafe. "Did you invite me just to ask stupid questions?"
Lint's gaze flickered towards Locarious, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "Why did you tell me to ask him that?" Locarious's response was a masterclass in evasion, his words dripping with an otherworldly menace. "I only obey your orders, Lint, but I'm not at liberty to disclose any information about your case. It's in the rule book, remember? All I can tell you is that the criminal is harnessing Lucifer's powers to kill, and I can see Lucifer right now in this cafe."
Akira's eyes blazed with fury as he yelled at Lint, "What are you mumbling about, Lint?" But Lint's response was a calculated gamble, a desperate bid to enlist Akira's cooperation. "Nothing, but can you help me with this case?" Akira's pause was a study in calculated deliberation, his mind racing with the implications of Lint's request. And then, like a snake slithering through the grass, a smile spread across his face, a smile that seemed to whisper, "I'll play along, for now."
Akira's voice, a low, honeyed purr, seemed to caress Lint's ears as he asked, "Well, great idea, I think. But tell me, who's Locarious?" The question, a seemingly innocuous inquiry, was a cleverly crafted trap, one that Locarious himself had orchestrated. Locarious's gaze locked onto mine, a fleeting smile dancing across his lips, as if to say, "The game's afoot, my friend."
Akira's eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to bore into Lint's soul as he repeated the question, "You're asking me about Lucifer, but who's Locarious, Lint?" Lint's face, a mask of composure, began to crumble, his eyes darting wildly as he struggled to respond. But Locarious's name, a dark and foreboding presence, seemed to hover just beyond the reach of Lint's comprehension. "I don't know," he stammered, the words hanging in the air like a confession.
Akira's smile, a cold, calculated curve of his lips, seemed to whisper, "I have you now, Lint." His hand, a blur of motion, dipped into his coat pocket, emerging with a gun, its barrel glinting in the dim light of the cafe. Lint's eyes, a wide, unblinking stare, locked onto the gun, his own hand instinctively reaching for his own weapon. The air was heavy with tension, the silence between them a living, breathing thing, as the two men stood there, guns drawn, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and determination.
And then, like a bolt of lightning on a stormy night, Akira's voice boomed through the cafe, "Lucifer possesses me right now! It's an order!" The words, a dark and ancient incantation, seemed to awaken a power within him, a power that transformed his very being. His eyes, a blazing inferno of red and orange, seemed to burn with an otherworldly intensity, as he announced, "I was the one who did that club incident. I'm half devil, my friend. Try to find me, but I'll not stop ending trash from this world. ADIÓS!!!" The air seemed to shimmer and distort, as Akira vanished into thin air, leaving Lint staring at the empty space where he had once stood.