Three LED screens glowed inside the surveillance room, all capturing different angles of a little dark chamber. The constable who had been staring wide-eyed at the footage for the past forty-five minutes had prominent red veins popping out at the corner of his sclera.

  The room that commanded such attention from both the sentient constable and the nonsentient cameras had only a crudely constructed rectangular table. On one end sat a scrawny man in prison attire, his handcuffed hands set on the table, on the other was a police officer.

  Giving his overworked eyes a much required rest the restless constable exclaimed out aloud 'why are these dregs acting up all of a sudden'

  'Those headless chickens have found a new head it seems' rang his answer

  He sat up straight upon hearing the voice, 'inspector' he acknowledged. A middle aged woman entered the room. There were smile lines at the edges of her lips but her face was rigid and stern, dark circles enveloped her bright eyes covering all essence of a once captivating visage.

  The constable sat upright and at once begun narrating the course of the interrogation to his superior, at the end he asked, 'could it be that black frost is back?'

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  'How could that be, they never behaved like this when she was in charge' she remarked offhandedly.

  The junior officer nodded in agreement, he had joined rather recently and only heard of this infamous ruler of the city thugs through his superiors, then with as if struck by sudden inspiration he asked 'what if she had a change of mind and returned to overthrow the city authorities, what if she has an accomplice now?'

  This commendable conjecture earned him a smack on the back of his head and a loud berating.

  'How about you resign from your post and dedicate all your time to reading novels, thats the only thing that gets in your head anyway'

  Being caught red handed he somewhat self preservingly muttered 'its not just my guess, somebody reported one of the cameras catching her go into hunker's alley earlier this week'

  'Oh, now this is something you should have mentioned earlier' she scolded calming down.

  Not missing a beat Mr junior officer quipped up 'Does this mean my theory has a chance'

  'No' his superior batted not an eye whilst squashing his ambitious hopes 'it just means that its even more implausible'. The inspector's rigid eyes filled with contemplation as she recollected the black clad youth who somehow managed to conceal herself from an entire bureau's veteran security personnel as she filed her way into the inspector's office. 'if black frost didnot want to be noticed even a hundred cameras would not be able to catch a hair of her'

  'Indeed inspector Stanley'

  The constable started at the unfamiliar voice. Whipping his head around he saw a man slightly taller than himself walk inside, half his face was covered behind a hat. He was just about to stop him with 'outsiders aren't allowed inside the surveillance room' when the inspector motioned for him to halt.

  The man removed his hat, lush black hair that almost reached his shoulders flowed out of it. Police officers have to see all kinds of things as part of their profession, the junior constable could firmly say that he would not be rattled by most gruesome sights but the jurisdiction of these sights covered more of the uglier spectrum than the corresponding beauteous counterpart. After a day of minding rogue criminals he was rather flummoxed by this Asian man with Hazel eyes. He thought he was seeing things.