My turn to take a shot at writing. My style is different to Tables, mind you. And I'll drop different clues than Tables.
Morning. After grabbing a cup of coffee (strong and black, helps calm the nerves after a shady night), I headed out of my apartment and into town. There was the usual bustle of people running around on their way to work, like every other day. Except...
"Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Max Gillie AKA Luka Megurine was murdered in his office last night!"
Not exactly news to me. Mr. De Povidevin had wanted Gillie dead for a while and The Master decided that he should bite the bullet last night. I gasped (it's quite surprising how authentic shock can look to normal people) and grabbed for a newspaper while they were still available. After quickly scanning the page, I tossed it to the ground and walked away.
Gillie had been shot and then had his neck snapped. Which would be a little redundant... except that Gillie was wearing a bullet proof vest. Go figure. The man ended up deader than a doornail since he had messed with the wrong people. Hopefully, I get out of here before my own neck gets snapped by the Guild. Or worse.
Suddenly, a bell rang from somewhere up high. Looking up, I could see Abel standing on his usual perch, trying to get the town in order. Just a few more days, Abel. Then I'll get you my info. I just hope that I live that long.
Day phase is 72 hours long. So 2 AM (GMT +2) on Tuesday should do the trick. Specific updates being sent out now.