When Mikee finally found where I had hidden myself, his expression immediately contorted into a rare mix of anger, worry and frustration.
I noticed that he had bruises across his rugged face and his right hand was bandaged. My initial reaction was, “What happened to your face?”
Detective Michael didn’t deign to give me a response though. Usually, he’d be spitting admonishments at times like this. But this was actually just the first time I’ve been badly wounded during my leisurely investigation spree, not counting my a*******n two years ago.
I told him in a light tone, seemingly akin to half a jest, “Would you believe me if I told you that some ninja just kicked my butt?” Laughing lightly, I continued, “It was a real life, a*s-kicking, sword-wielding, shadow-blending ninja! Ah, it sucks
