A/N: I'm back! After a long time, I finally have time to type and continue my stories. I couldn't continue due to school activities and such. I'm sorry for the long wait! For my other stories, I haven't ditched them! I'll make an update sometime this week. I thank everyone for their patience!

Summary: AU. The death of a notorious criminal, the eerie string of murders. The truth is the lie, the lie is the truth. Everything, surely, is not what it seems.

Warning: Character death, bloody, swearing, some parts may not make sense, might be confusing at some parts, randomness. Read at your own risk!

Crime types of fanfics are really not my type, but I was requested by a friend to do one. And she wants Roxis/Pamela as the main pair, so there. But other pairs will be hinted, too.

I know the title's crappy, but I couldn't think of anything else, so please bear with me. And please bear with the weirdness of this fic. It's my first time to do an AU of MK! I hope this will turn out well.

If some of the terms used here are wrong, please point them out. Thank you very much! I would also love to hear your comments on this story, too!

Disclaimer: I don't own MK, but the plot is mine.

January 3, 1999

He watched the kids smiling at amusement as they rode the horses, and as they went up and down slowly.

God, what was he doing, staring at the carousel anyway? He wasn't supposed to be here.

Not anymore, since his case was finished.

He turned to leave, but turned around at the end. He could still remember.

Long lavender hair, a white dress, sapphire eyes, a sunny smile... No.

He shouldn't be thinking of her.

She was just a key towards the truth.

And that was the excuse he was sticking to.

December 8, 1998

"You finally came. Do you know how bloody cold it is?"

Roxis Rozenkrantz shook his head as he shut the door behind him. He now looked at his boss, who was currently smoking a pipe and poring over some files. He cringed. The smell of smoke in the room was overpowering, and the room needed cleaning badly. In the corners of the room were papers and shelves that had a thin layer of dust, and the room looked like it hadn't seen the sunlight in ten years. The room was not even ventilated, except that the whirring sound of the air conditioner told him the room was ventilated via an AC. He rolled his eyes.

"What kind of person would use an air conditioner during winter? No wonder you think its freezing." The blonde examined the room in disgust. "Anna would kill you for this. She just cleaned your room two weeks ago, and its reverted back to its awful state."

The man over at the desk swivelled his chair around to face his employee. "She'll get over it. But right now, we have more urgent matters than taking care of an awful room."

Roxis's eyes narrowed. Gunnar Damm, the head of the Justice Agency, didn't look like he was goofing off for once. His eyes looked serious.

Yes. Justice Agency. Although the name of the place sounds like crap, it was a renowned office that boasts its expertise in crime solving. Their head, Gunnar, was famous for bringing an end to the terrible reign of Tony Eisler, a feared criminal over the years. Everything was peaceful in the peculiarly named Al-Revis town, but the crimes began to accumulate a couple of years after Tony Eisler's capture.

Since the police were pretty much useless most of the time, the agency willingly did all the work.

It was pretty troublesome, but the agency managed.

Gunnar removed the pipe off his mouth. "Eisler. He's fucking dead."

Roxis raised an eyebrow. "About time."

Gunnar snorted. "I know. I had the same reaction when I heard about it, but..." His eyes narrowed. "His death seems particularly... suspicious."

"Huh." Roxis shrugged. "He died of natural causes, or was there possibility of murder or suicide?"

Gunnar narrowed his eyes.

"Bloody murder."

Roxis looked up. The vicious criminal Tony Eisler murdered? That just signalled the possibility of a new crackpot terrorizing their town. The red-head tossed a couple of files towards the blonde. Roxis looked at them with interest. They were photographs of Eisler, dead in his prison cell, and some autopsy files.

"His eyes are bloodshot. Multiple stab wounds... but the straitjacket wasn't ripped off, and there were no slash marks on the jacket. Then how..." Roxis looked at the red-head. "When was he discovered dead?"

"This morning, around 2:15. He was found dead with his bloody straitjacket on. When they took it off, the stab wounds were revealed, which is odd."

Roxis nodded. How could there be no slashes on the straitjacket when slashes were on the body? That was odd, indeed.

Gunnar returned the pipe on his mouth. "There was no blood outside the halls, no trace of the murder weapon. No one suspicious was sighted during the prison, and when we watched the video provided by video camera around the hallway for clues, the video just showed us some bloody guards passing by during their shifts."

"No signs of the video being tampered?"

"None, but I already requested Riggs to check it out."

"Was there no suspicious action of the guards who served Eisler food that day in the video?"

"Nothing as well. They just showed the guards shoving a tray of food into the cell. Eisler's cell was also examined well. There were no possible entrances for anyone... or anything to get in, nor out. The prison head, Lorr, issued interrogation. His lackeys are interrogating the prisoners while some are checking the recorded videos of the video cameras installed around the jail."

"Hm." Roxis adjusted his glasses. "So I presume you want me to look up at this case?"

"Hell no." Gunnar said blandly. Roxis raised an eyebrow. "I'll handle this crap. I want you to take a look at this case. There's a possibility of this case being related to Eisler's murder." He tossed another file towards Roxis.

Dropping the Eisler case file on the desk, he proceeded to open the other file. The first thing that came to his sight was a file of a person named Nicholas Dales. Below it was a picture.

The picture showed a gruesome sight: a bloody man pinned a wall, his hands and feet were nailed to the wall, and a large scythe was sticking out around his chest. Beside the blood corpse was something written in the man's blood:

Tony Eisler shall return for you. He grimaced. The words were large, meaning the killer had killed poor Nicholas brutally and used his blood to make a note. Roxis's eyes wandered to the man's face. An expression of great shock painted his bloodied face, and his mouth was agape.

He was found around the streets of the town.

He turned to another file. Kodama Mithers, age seventeen. He looked down to see a picture of her murder scene. She was hung from a flagpole; on top of her head was a large scythe. Roxis read her autopsy. She received five gunshots: two on her palms, two on her feet, and one on her heart. When she was lowered down from the flagpole, when the police removed the scythe off her head, there was something written on the scythe.

Wait for me, my dearest.

She was found at Al-Revis elementary school's flagpole.

The murderer was after someone. But who?

"So bloody brutal, ain't it?" His boss asked.

"Hm." Roxis continued reading.

"You do know what the scythe means, right?" Gunnar puffed some smoke.

"The symbol of Tony Eisler." Roxis closed the file and placed it on the desk. "When did these happen?"

"Both happened on the same day Eisler was murdered. Nicholas was found an hour before Eisler's murder, and Kodama was found two hours after Eisler's murder. Same thing. The murder weapon wasn't found; there were no traces of blood anywhere, and there were no witnesses. The only thing that connects both victims is Clock tower Carnival."

Roxis raised an eyebrow. "Clock tower Carnival? Were they co-workers?"

"Yeah," Gunnar shifted in his seat. "But they don't know each other. Asides from them working at the same place, the places of their murders were just nearby the carnival."

Roxis nodded. "Those messages found..."

"As of now, they make no sense. Especially the first one." Gunnar looked out at the window. "But... We're sure of something, though. The murderer is after someone, and that person won't rest until they found that person they're looking for."

A long silence enveloped them both.

"You'd better start at Clock tower Carnival." Gunnar said, breaking the silence. "Return here if you found anything interesting."

"You don't need to tell me that." Roxis turned around to leave. Shutting the door behind him, he walked through the halls of the agency, heading out.

The murder of a well-known criminal.

Two bizarre murders bearing indescribable messages.

A mysterious murderer running loose.

This was going to be one heck of a case.

The ending's kinda lame. I have to get better at this.

I'm kind of excited to continue this, but I will concentrate on updating my other stories first before continuing this. I hope this wasn't too sloppy.

Please review and give your opinions on this fic! Thank you very much!