Hey There! Welcome to a new story of mine :D. I think this will be a pretty short one, or maybe I'll write this story when I don't have enough Inspiration for "The Jade Heart". It's not on Hiatus don't absolutely worry :D

So, welcome to "Red Light District". This story is Rated M from the beginning of the story since it will have prostitution, murder, graphic scenes, sexual themes and sex scenes. I'm a fan of Crime and Mysteries and I love watching these things on television on unresolved murder cases or old crimes.

Now, let's get started! :D

Chapter 1;

The Scandal

"Now to some shocking news today: Mizumi Katsuhito was killed tonight in Red Light District of Tokyo. His body was found at the crime scene without any form of clothing on. On his stomach, there were brutal gashes that seemed to be the cause of his intestines hanging right out of his body."

Pressing the volume button on the remote, he felt himself becoming more engaged in the news. It was a bad habit that had grown over the years. He would turn the television on while drinking his morning coffee as he flipped through the channels to find a crime case. Normally, he would wake up at 7:30 AM just to catch a glimpse of the news and be on time for work.

Work was the place he loved the most because of the excitement and his skills. His performance skills at work were always calm and in cold blood, like a usual morning routine when he was in Hong Kong.

Detective Li Syaoran was a man of work. Some would even say that he was a workaholic because he had no time for things that could entertain him. He never had the time to sit down and watch a movie, or even think about seeing a woman. His mother always scolded him, constantly reminding him that he should find a wife soon so she could have grandchildren one day.

He never understood why she troubled him with this, though. He had four sisters who were already married and had children of their own. He could only come down to one conclusion; his mother wasn't satisfied with his decision of being a lone wolf and wanted the best for him.

Syaoran sighed, sitting the cup of coffee on the table, while watching the screen carefully with his arms crossed over his chest.

An influential business man in Japan was killed…this will surely cause a scandal to rise.

That was all he could think as blurred images appeared on the screen, what Syaoran assumed was the man's lifeless body.

Syaoran shook his head unbelievably and then chugged down the rest of the coffee in one gulp. He turned the television off as he stood from the couch. He walked over to the rack, grabbing his coat. On the table beside the rack was his badge and gun that he always kept on him.

He was already dressed in his uniform, so he was ready for another day of work.

He could feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach. He was sure that his boss, or the district attorney would call the entire Police Department for the "Mizumi Murder" case to be investigated.

He already felt that there was something on the water, because he heard that a few prostitutes were killed in the same manner as Mizumi. However, Syaoran knew that the Department wouldn't care too much about the death of the prostitutes.

The Red Light District was filled with people who looked for trouble. There were prostitutes, owners of strip clubs, and even worse; drug dealers.

Even though Syaoran religiously adores his job, he still believed that these people are human. No one should be treated inhuman, or like someone inferior to mankind when they were still human. He felt extremely disgusted with the standards of the world.

He sighed, walking into the police department of Setagaya District.

When Syaoran arrived to work, he saw his colleagues in a rush to get paper work done, while some answering phone calls. He could only assume that they had heard of the scandal after the News and they were beginning to work on the possible murderer of Katsuhito Mizumi.

Some agents in the department suspected that the murderer is from the Red Light District, while some disagreed wholeheartedly to the theory.

Syaoran shook his head at the judgmental theory as he walked towards his office. He stopped midway there, seeing his partner in front of the office.

The man had grey eyes with squared glasses and messy, dark blue hair. He gave Syaoran a Cheshire cat smile, and slight nod in acknowledgment.

"Good Morning, Eriol. It seems that the department is on fire today," Syaoran said sarcastically to his partner.

Eriol could only nod at the affirmation of his partner and friend.

Detective Hiiragizawa Eriol was his partner since he came from the Police Department of Hong Kong three years ago, in 2013. Eriol was always by his side, and had become one of his best friends in the department quickly, aside from Lieutenant Mihara Chiharu and Agent Yamazaki Takashi.

"Haven't you seen the news today? It seems that-"

"Yes, I know. An Influential business man was killed in the 'wrong' place of Tokyo."

Eriol raised an eyebrow at the sarcasm of Syaoran's response. He noticed the blank expression on Syaoran's face and sucked in an anxious breath, rolling his eyes. "Syaoran, it's not a crime to call the place, 'Red Light District,' you know?" Eriol said, patting his shoulder, motioning Syaoran to follow him to the coffee machine. He pushed a few coins in and pressed an espresso on the machine.

Eriol sighed. "It's unfair that the reporters are just now publishing a murder case to the public after some time. I can only assume that they needed someone influential to report the scandal," he said with disgust.

Syaoran nodded at the voiced words of his thoughts as he crossed his arms over his chest. His amber eyes blinked twice at the rage he felt for the reporters. Those reporters never talked enough about the murders that were always taken place at the Red Light District of Tokyo. No matter what the situation was, they would always say that the killer was some drug dealer of the district just because they were nothing special in the eyes of "normal" people.

"It's ashamed. They don't have respect at all, Eriol. I bet my badge that this murderer has killed someone before Mr. Mizumi."

Eriol nodded as he drank his espresso, supporting his colleague's assumption.

Syaoran nodded his head slowly, deep in thought about this. "Yeah. He or she doesn't seem like a newbie killer. They seem to be an expert."

How right could he be right now? They needed someone important to report a murderer on the loose.

Syaoran felt extremely disgusted with the media all over again.

"You will discuss your theories in another moment you two!"

The men turned around and saw a woman with long, black hair and ruby eyes. She had her hands on her curved hips. She was dressed in a pale, pink suit with heels on her feet.

"Perfect. We needed the District Attorney too," Eriol murmured to Syaoran as he finished his espresso and threw the plastic cup into the trash.

Syaoran shook his head, frustrated. His messy, chestnut hair moved along with his head. "Good Morning to you too, Mei-Ling. You know that it's a bit impolite to greet others with chastisement. 'Good Morning,' would have been a better approach to take," Syaoran said, emphasizing the words more than they should have been.

As a result, Mei-Ling rolled her eyes, annoyed and gave a truce look at the two.

"Listen, I'm frustrated as fuck. These reporters have not given us a moment to breathe. I don't know how many cups of coffee I've drank from the frustration."

Syaoran and Eriol stared at her for a moment, not uttering a word.

She did look kind of terrible with the bags under her eyes, and her hair loose. Usually, she always had it pulled into a tight, professional bun.

Mei-Ling was always professional on the job. She had picked up on the professional habit in undergrad school where she got a degree in Political Science.

Mei-Ling walked towards the coffee machine and put a coin inside it, pressing a macchiato. Her body was tense, signaling her need for another cup of coffee.

"Don't you think you've had enough coffee for a day, Mei-Ling?" Syaoran asked, face showing concern for her.

Though Mei-Ling came off as rude to most, including Syaoran, he still cared for her in a way that family should.

She gave him a pointed look as she took her cup of macchiato.

The look caused an unsettling feeling in Syaoran's stomach.

"Don't start acting overprotective and bossy, Syaoran. You're older than me, but I'm kind of your boss. So, don't start okay?"

It was something that Mei-Ling always told him during an important case, even in Hong Kong. However, back in Hong Kong, Mei-Ling was only the secretary of the District Attorney. When both cousins arrived in Tokyo, the District Attorney of Setagaya retired because of his health due to his old age, and the desire to spend time with his family. In turn, Mei-Ling was promoted to District Attorney. To her, it was the peak of her career.

Syaoran and Eriol raised their hands as if they were caught red-handed.

"Oh, sorry. District Attorney," they chorused together to tease her, which they successfully did since she was scowling. They chuckled.

Mei-Ling shook her head, rolling her eyes as she drank her macchiato. "Anyway, your chief wants to see you two. In the meantime, I have to prepare for the press release to calm down those thirsty reporters so everyone can work on the case without any problems."

She was back in professional mode.

She opened her purse and took out a clip, putting it between her lips. She pulled her hair back into a pony-tail. She used the clip after wrapping her hair into a bun to secure it. Some locks where in front of her eyes still.

Syaoran and Eriol nodded. "You better go. You know how your boss gets impatient."

Syaoran and Eriol arrived at the chief's office soon after the encounter with Mei-Ling.

The desk was a mess with newspapers, paperwork, and a cup of coffee that was still full, but on ambient temperature. There was also an ashtray on the table, which explained the smell of burned cigars in the room.

"You called us, chief?" Eriol asked as he looked at the back of the chief's chair seriously.

At the sound of Eriol's voice, the seat twirled around and revealed a man with brown eyes and dark hair. He was holding a cigarette in between his fingers. He was dressed in a black suit and had a barge attached to his shirt.

"Detective Li, Detective Hiiragizawa," his deep voice greeted the two detectives.

He put his cigarette on the ashtray.

"Kinomoto," they said simultaneously.

Kinomoto Touya was the Chief of the Police Department of Setagaya district in Tokyo. He did his job well and was a much respected policeman, even though his family was never in the police force before.

His father was an archeology professor while his mother ran a bakery in a small town called, Tomoeda. It was only a few hours from Tokyo. Rumors had got around that Touya had a younger sister, but they didn't have a clue about her existence, which was how Touya wanted to keep it.

Touya stood from the seat and approached the two detectives with his arms folded across his chest. "As you have probably heard, Mizumi Katsuhito was killed tonight in the Red Light District and the news and reporters took this as a scandal."

Eriol and Syaoran nodded.

"Unfortunately, it is not the first kill of our dear murderer."

Syaoran's eyes widened at the claim. He had been right, after all.

"I suspected this as well, Chief Kinomoto. His modus operandi isn't like one of a newbie."

Touya nodded at Syaoran's assertion of the killer. He unfolded his arms. "This was all taken place in the Red Light District, so, I need the two of you to head over there and keep an eye on every one, or thing."

They nodded, understanding what Touya was really saying. They had to be spies.

Touya took opened his laptop and turned on the projector. On the wall, the appearance of a young woman in a photo popped up. She was naked and her intestines were also cut out of her stomach. However, the difference in her photo from Mizumi Katsuhito was that her throat was sliced.

Eriol covered his mouth in disbelief while Syaoran stared at the photo hard, insides churning in disgust.

"Izumi Megumi, an escort from the Red Light District. Killed the 8th of September 2016."

Touya proceeded to click on another photo. This time, it was a man. His murdered appearance resembled the escorts. However, he had on clothes, but his legs were cut into pieces.

"Kanenshiro Kanechi, a drug dealer, also from the Red Light District. Killed two days after Izumi Megumi."

Syaoran gulped at the crude images in front of his eyes. He almost hurled, but kept it down.

Touya switched to more images, men and women from the Red Light District in Tokyo appearing. Oddly, the victims were killed two days, or a week after the last murder.

Eriol shivered as his eyes scanned the images. He didn't expect the last picture before it came.

It was a picture of a young woman around twenty-two. She had long, wavy, violet hair with skin almost white as snow. Her appearance looked like all the victims in one. The same modus operandi.

Eriol remained stiff, breath caught in his throat until the words finally came up like vomit. "No…no…no!"

Syaoran recognized who the woman was immediately in the picture, but he dared not to speak her name. He wanted to wait for the confirmation from Touya.

"Daidouji Tomoyo. In the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't work in the Red Light District, though. Killed the 16th of October 2016."

Eriol fell to his knees, placing his hands on his temple, murmuring profanities under his breath. After a while, he rose from the ground with a blank expression on his face. His eyes were red, almost making them believe that he had secretly cried.

"What's wrong, Hiiragizawa? Did you know her?" Touya asked with a sympathetic voice.

"She was my fiancée, chief… "

Touya eye's widened in shock at Eriol's words.

He had not heard from Tomoyo in months, but he couldn't do anything about it. He assumed she stopped calling and texting because she was busy with her new designs. They had went from talking every single day when she left for England, to nothing at all. She had told him that she would be busy over there and that she would not be able to contact him, so he thought that's why he didn't…

Eriol's heart nearly stopped beating, feeling himself die inside. Why was she there in the first place?

"Yes, it is true. But, I don't understand. The Daidouji's are one of the richest family in Japan. Why didn't the reporters inform the public about Tomoyo's death?"

Eriol remained silent, wishing this conversation would end. How could he let himself get wrapped up in work to miss his own future wife's death?

"We don't know yet. I just discovered these photos not too long ago. Maybe he needed someone who was influential in the local business of Japan and the Daidouji's aren't that influential…"

Syaoran hummed at the explanation, deep in thought.

Touya grabbed his cigarette from the ashtray and put it between his lips. "Li, I want you to go to the Red Light District tonight. Specifically, in the Red Lotus Strip Club. This club is owned by the twins Yukito and Yue Tsukishiro. I've never trusted those men, so I suggest you to begin there."

Syaoran nodded. "Roger that. But, why in The Red Lotus?"

Touya turned his back to both detectives and sighed, trying to find the right words to say at the question asked. "My sister works there… "

Eriol and Syaoran locked gazes for a moment and then turned their attention back on the chief.

Syaoran gulped and folded his hands behind his back nervously.

They both could tell that this was a delicate subject for Touya, so neither of them spoke a word in fear of saying the wrong thing.

"Is that the reason you go there every night?" Eriol asked him quietly.

Touya looked at them and nodded. "Correct, Hiiragizawa. I go there to make sure she's safe. She has always been stubborn, so it's hard sometimes. She can fend for herself, but I don't trust her strength. It's already sickening to know that she sells her…" Touya's fist clenched as if he were thinking about it, "body to pleasure men."

Syaoran wanted to ask so many questions, but decided not to. He was almost sure that Touya would answer his unasked questions with the way was speaking freely to them.

"I don't agree with it. I've never agreed with anything that she has done to herself, so don't get me wrong. I've had to get her out of deep shit for the last few years because of her problems. Drugs being one of them…and now…" Touya paused, head dropping low. "Prostitution. She was clean at a point of time, had her life together and all. She worked as a secretary in Amamiya's Corporation."

Touya sighed. "But, she lost her job, so she was devastated. And guess what she turns to?"

It was a hypothetical question, so neither of them answered it.

"Drugs. And the dumb ass that I am wanted to protect her from getting in trouble. I was the one who suggested getting a place of her own to hide from our parents and the police until she got better. I paid her rent until she began to work at The Red Lotus."

They remained silent, admiring the chief for protecting his little sister that had problems that contradicted his job, and what he believed in.

Syaoran understood him, though. He had four sister and two nieces. He would do anything to protect them, even if it meant going to great height like Touya.

"I understand, Chief Kinomoto."

Touya gave a small smile to Syaoran. "That's why I need you guys there to make sure the murderer isn't near them. I know that he's in the district, but we need to eliminate as many places as possible to find him."

Touya pressed the intercom button to call his secretary. "Akizuki, tell the District Attorney Li that I want to talk to her for the Press release."

"Roger that, sir."

He moved his finger from the intercom and turned to Eriol.

"Hiiragizawa, I understand that you may be going through a lot right now. I am very sorry for your loss. To reduce the stress on you, I don't think that you should participate in this case. Li can go solo this time. However, you'll help District Attorney Li with the Press releases to report everything to the public if we have something new on the case. Objections?"

Eriol shook his head with a sad smile on his face. "No, I would have asked before you even said it. I would be too emotionally involved with the case, so it will be an honor to work with Attorney Li."

Touya nodded, turning to Syaoran with a serious look on his face. "Protect my sister from that monster, if you can."

Syaoran nodded and gave him the military salute, which Touya returned as usual with the serious look on his face.

"You can go now, and remember Li. Tonight. The Red Lotus."

"Roger."

The night had come faster than he expected. The day had seemed so much longer with everything going on, yet quick at the same time. The assignment to the case, and trying to come to some form of plan to find the murderer of those people. People who included Eriol's fiancée, Tomoyo Daidouji, and an influential business man named Katsuhito Mizumi.

During the first press release, Mei-Ling had declared that the District of Setagaya would begin to work productively on the case.

Eriol had declared that the mysterious killer had already killed multiple people aside from Mizumi. He even revealed the names of the victims, including Tomoyo's, though it was hard for him.

The Press of Tokyo had come up with a name for the murderer by now. "Monstrum of Tokyo" because of the way he killed his victims. They didn't have a clue who the murderer was after, though. He went from escorts to drug dealers, and now, maybe influential business men. It brought questions to the table like, was he only after the sinners in the Red Light District since most of the deaths were there?

Syaoran parked in front of The Red Lotus, the strip club owned by the twins Yukito and Yue Tsukishiro.

Before driving to the pleasure district of Tokyo, Syaoran had researched their dossier on the Police network to know a little about them. They were drug dealers, quite the sneaky ones. They were so sly that they had been caught in the past, but meddled their way out of the trouble. They gained fortunes from the drugs, which led them to open The Red Lotus. Since they were well known, the strip club became popular in no time.

Syaoran stepped out of his car and began to walk towards the entrance of the club. He was dressed in a plain, green T-shirt and dark jeans. He wanted to look as normal as possible tonight so no one would suspect anything.

He entered the club without any problems. It was no surprise that the first thing he noticed were men touching the butts of the waitresses, while they brought drinks to the table. The loud music was almost making him deaf.

Syaoran walked towards the bar and ordered a Piña Colada, hoping to fit in with everyone here.

Once his drink was ready, he looked at one of the pole dancers who were on the center of the floor.

There were men cheering her on and slipping bills in the corner of her tight dress.

Syaoran's eyes began to scan the other strippers on the stage, but his eyes stopped at one in particular.

Her body was slim and fit as it wrapped around the hard pole. There were red sparkles on her tight leather suit, bringing out the outlines of her beautiful body.

When she began to move up the pole, his eyes drifted to her face. She had short, auburn hair with the most beautiful emerald eyes he had ever seen.

Who is this?

He watched her climb the pole, intrigued with how strong and athletic she was. She was different from the other two who were only dancing around the poles right now, with no particular stunt.

Hypnotically, Syaoran walked towards the edge of the stage, drink in hand, to have a closer look at her. When he had a good vision, the woman locked eyes with him and dropped to her knees, crawling on her knees in front of Syaoran.

The crowd of men 'hooted' and yelled catcalls as she placed her legs on Syaoran's shoulders seductively.

She gave him a smirk, and suddenly, it was only him and her in the room alone.

He couldn't stop the smirk from creeping to his lips at the stripper, enjoying the way her slim legs wrapped around his shoulders..

She arched her back, giving Syaoran a full view of her covered body.

The way her breasts taunted him through the material of her outfit caused his control to slip.

With his free hand, he touched one of her breasts gently, and a loud applaud followed after the brief touch, breaking the moment between them.

He realized what he was doing and pulled his hand from her breast.

The woman removed her legs from his shoulders and began to rise from the ground slowly, looking at Syaoran with the same smirk on her face. As she rose, he noticed her touching the lower areas of her body sensually, awakening the beast in his pants.

Staring into her face, he began to wonder if she could be Chief Kinomoto's sister. He wondered as he chugged down his drink, hoping the blissful feeling would go down with it after being touched by the erotic angel.

Syaoran asked the barman where the locker rooms were for the strippers after the show ended and everyone winded down. He particularly asked for the woman he touched briefly.

She looked too innocent to be here, and he wondered how she had landed at the place. Was it the money? Or the fun?

"I'm sorry, man, but no one has acc-"

Syaoran stopped him, showing his badge to the barman. "Are you sure?" Syaoran asked with a smirk on his face.

The barman blinked twice, and then he understood. "It's for the Monstrum of Tokyo, isn't it?"

Syaoran nodded. "Yes."

The old barman called a young man to take care of the bar, while he led Syaoran to the locker room where the strippers were.

There were other strippers on the stage, but he needed to talk with the one that he suspected being Kinomoto Touya's sister. He still had to stick to the mission that Touya requested of him.

The barman left him in front of the locker room and after opening the door for him.

Syaoran entered and saw the strippers talking and laughing with one another.

"You should teach me that, Sakura!"

"Really, you are amazing at this."

The women were complimenting the auburn haired girl as Syaoran now knew as Sakura.

He cleared his throat, gaining their attention.

The three women became stiff.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone. I won't hurt you, I promise," he said cautiously.

He reached into his back pocket, grabbing out his badge to show the three strippers.

"Detective Li Syaoran of Setagaya District."

The auburn-headed woman crossed her arms over her chest, still dressed in the red leather suit. In fact, all the strippers were still clothed.

One had short, brunette hair and she was taller than the auburn-headed girl. She was wearing a white leather suit.

The other one was a bit shorter than the stripper that captured Syaoran's attention. She had dark auburn hair and chocolate eyes. She was dressed in a blue leather suit.

"What is it? Yue's in trouble, perhaps?" Sakura asked, keeping her arms wrapped around her chest. She had a sultry tone of voice.

It caused Syaoran to have an eerie feeling.

"No. I'm here to talk about the Monstrum of Tokyo. One of the victims were killed beside the Red Lotus," he said, aborting from the original plan.

The auburn-head opened her eyes in shock and lowered her gaze. She chewed her lip nervously, and then, after a while, she turned to her friends.

"Naoko, Rika…leave us alone, please."

Naoko and Rika nodded and made their way out of the locker room.

She kept her head high, giving off a haughty attitude towards Syaoran.

"So, it's true…"

Sakura's eyes widened. "What?"

"You are Kinomoto Touya's sister."

Sakura rolled her eyes, annoyed, but her body language remained the same. "What is this? An interrogatory, Detective?"

She grabbed the pack of cigarettes on top of one of the lockers. She opened it, grabbing one out, and then reached over to grab the lighter on the seat. She lit it.

"Your irritation confirms that you're my chief's sister."

Sakura exhaled the smoke of tobacco and looked at him with a hard look in her eyes.

"Save your bullshit for someone who cares. I already know what you're going to say. My brother sent you to protect me from the Monstrum."

Syaoran thought about it for a moment. Yes, he was sent by his chief to protect her, but maybe she was a witness of one of the murderer, he thought. She was a stripper in this district, so she had to know something.

He decided to lie instead. "No, I was sent here to investigate the area for Kinomoto. I was wondering if anyone trust-worthy could be of help. Chief Kinomoto is a man of loyalty, so another Kinomoto who lives here would help."

Sakura laughed humorlessly and took another whiff of her cigarette. She looked at him with a smirk on her lips and shook her head. "I can bet all my clothes off that my brother has told you about my problems regarding the issue of 'keeping the law.' How I've taken drugs in the past to remain high all the time." She laughed again, shaking her head.

"I'm sure he didn't forget to mention the time I was clean for a while and I had a decent job, until I was fired. He didn't tell you why I was fired, though, right?"

She waited for him to respond.

He shook his head, no.

"That piece of shit found out that I was a junkie, that's why. I tried to convince the bastard that I was clean and I didn't take any drugs, but no. His employees had to be clean, the perfect example of business in Japan, so he fired me."

She spoke with her head held high, coming off as strong and confident in every word she said. What was there to take pride in here, Syaoran wondered.

"So, yes. I did start the drugs back up. My dear Onii-chan had sent me away from my own home town because he didn't want to disappoint our parents before I could end my life. So what he bought me a beautiful apartment here in Tokyo in the Shibuya district and paid the rent? So what I decided to become a worker at the Red Lotus? I know he tells everyone this shit who knows about me. You know, I make quite the money with these drug dealers, so my decisions in life paid off. He should mention how well-off I am here."

She released a loud sigh. "But if what you are saying is true—the reason you're here. I do have information."

Syaoran stared at her serious now, rather than sympathetically.

"The murders began years ago here. And no one gave any fucks of what happened to these people," she said disgusted. "I understand, though. In the eyes of you perfect people, we are sinners who corrupt our body with drugs or prostitution. Even though we resemble to others, we are still not considered courtesans or mistresses, so who gives a damn, right? As soon as a business man gets killed, everyone panics as if these murders have never taken place. My best friend was killed by Monstrum of Tokyo and she didn't even work in the Red Light District. Nobody cared about her…" Her eyes began to water, but anger was evident in her face.

"When Innocent people are killed, nobody cares. An influential man has to get killed in order for humans to care."

When she saw the sympathetic look on his face again, she scoffed, shaking her head.

"Don't think of me as a saint, Detective Li. Before that bastard Mizumi was killed, whores like me were still being killed for their sins and no one cared. Because an influential man has been killed, we all of a sudden matter."

Syaoran nodded, understanding her self-worth.

Sakura threw the cigarette away, not caring to find an ashtray.

"I understand what you're saying," he said.

Sakura raised an eyebrow when Syaoran began to talk.

"Thanks to your brother, I saw the victims before the killing of Mizumi Katsuhito. I wasn't aware of this…the people being killed here."

She nodded, though she didn't believe a word he said. She couldn't find the right words for him.

"My usual partner is involved because he lost his fiancee, Daidouji. That was your friend, correct?"

Sakura nodded sadly. "Yeah, her name was Daidouji Tomoyo and she was the fiancée of Hiiragizawa Eriol.

Syaoran nodded and touched his temple, looking concentrated. "I need to know if you know any witnesses of any of the murders…I need you to work with me."

Sakura thought about it for a moment, thinking that if she should do the right thing for once.

She hated people who worked for the system. All they did was treat her and her people like shit. They didn't care about them.

However, she came to a conclusion that she could benefit from this after some thought.

Maybe helping Detective Li would be a redemption for her "sins" and she could have society's view of her changed, along with her people. Maybe she could change.

With that thought in mind, she nodded her head. "I would gladly assist you."

Author note; Mhm… Maybe not everyone will like the idea of Sakura being a stripper that she had problems with drugs, but In my stories I want to give a stronger side of her, as you have already seen in "The Jade Heart".

With that said, I hope you like it and see you soon!

Happy New Year to Everyone!

Edit: The Chapter has been edited and corrected :3 Thank you animechick132 for beta-reading :3 You were such a doll ^^