The sun hung low, its edge just starting to touch the horizon. Dusk was a terrible time to be standing in the middle of the of the western side of Tokyo. Despite the low growl and dark threats called out from the thickly packed apartment buildings that littered the area, each building belonging to a different pack, the man remained still, staring up at one building in particular. It was the building belonging to Pack McDonald. Pack McDonald, while not the largest or the most vicious, was considered the most loyal of all the lycans in the city. They had honor, and always repaid their debts. Unfortunately for the dark haired man, he had been called in to investigate the death of one of the packs members. That was always a tricky situation, especially the day after a new moon. Pack meetings, and the subsequent drinking involved in those meetings, always meant spotty memories. "Captain Tristis!" Eyes the color of amber turned to the only other SPPA member present, the first responding officer. "What's the situation, officer?" "On the fifth floor, sir, one dead male, age..." The officer fumbled for his notebook. "approximately twenty." "Any sign of punctures, symbols, or forced entry?" "No, sir. The door was unlocked, both windows closed and nothing disturbed." The officer looked puzzled. "Sir... Where is Captain Jakins?" "He retired. Said it was time to play with the grandkids and leave this kind of thing to us younger people. Speaking of, my new partner should be arriving soon. Keep an eye out will you?" Xyne Tristis was not terribly pleased that his partner of four years had suddenly decided to retire, however, he did understand. Jakins as a founding member of the SPPA, had spent longer on the streets than most ever did. Now, all he had to do was see what his new partner was like.