Chapter 237: The Dreadful And Mysterious Adventures of Shadow Detective Sunless
The door to Seele’s apartment creaked open with a reluctant hiss, as if the hinges were tired of the cold. Using a key he had stolen through his exceptionally useful ability to step into the shadows, Sunny easily opened the locked door.
Sunny stood in the narrow hallway, dressed in his ridiculous detective coat — long, dark, and dramatically frayed at the bottom like he tore it up for extra effect. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His collar was turned up. He was here to solve mysteries.
His expression said that he was deeply amused by how stupid everyone else is.
Without knocking, his voice pitched low and gravelly like a washed-up noir protagonist, he said:
"Seele. It’s time."
From inside, a crash. Something hit the floor.
"I’m not dressed, you creep!"
Sunny stepped inside anyway, boots echoing on the cracked tile. He looked around Seele’s cramped apartment with a half-smile. Faint smell of old coal, metal dust, and canned soup. The furniture was mismatched. The ceiling leaked steam. A cracked photo sat on the windowsill — her and a girl with gray hair. He scoffed.
’So everyone that isn’t me gets a picture? I didn’t want one anyways!’
He absentmindedly eyed the dust on the bookshelves. Veliona was never getting those scandalous books back.
"Dressed or not, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, time waits for no one. Especially not the ignorant."