There are mysterious in this world, axioms endeavored not for man to grasp. The universe is riddled with a near innumerable pool of secrets which impact our lives in ways we can yet entirely discern. For every star which encompasses the heavens, is but one of many intricacies dangling high above the umbrageous abyss of life’s secrets. And though we know it is there. Due to limitations apex we cannot reach out and embrace it. For I surmise in my most sincere of hearts, that there are things in our world. That we as men are not meant to understand nor should we even commence down the road of aspiration for such knowledge. When I was a young man I felt impervious. With an infinite number of roads achievable to me. But as I aged and my actions diversified my bearing. I artfully determined that there is but one road meant for us all. And the rest I once envisioned were nothing more the youth’s vain fraudulence.

additionally albeit man may petition to alter its course. Whether they seek power, knowledge or edify. In the end we will face the path which is meant for us. And I fear it is a path of self abolishment. For the more convolutions we uncover. The more our capacity of destruction amplifies. And though we can use such discoveries for good. In due time, a man or woman will rise. Who will use this power for their own avaricious intent? And on that day, when man has near perpetual power. Man will also discover that with this authority, God necessitated much liability. And the wages for our presumptuousness, for our depravities will be quietus. This is the world’s one authenticity. The factuality I have come to learn. And despite how often I test it. The result always remains the same.

Throughout my travels I have seen much bedeviling things. I have seen much dissolution; and at the same token much rebirth. But nothing I had suffered could inaugurate me for what it is I would see this day. My name is Oakami, I am a private investigator of sorts. Using my father’s wealth to solve mysteries plaguing the realm I called home. Throughout the years I have forged two names for myself. There are those who say that I am a aficionado. And others who find my analyses into the paranormal and unexplained phenomenon. As being chivalrous. Candidly I am neither…I’m just a fool trying to leave the world a bit brighter then I found it. I knew not what fate had in store the moment my carriage cycled up outside her home.

Feebly I would sigh as my eyes glimpsed down at the parchment I acquired a few days ago. In which a woman petitioned my assistance with a case harrowing the local law enforcement. A bunch of gruesome murders. I only entertain cases involving the unexplainable. Still I felt the amorousness to visit her. For deep down inside my gut was disquieting with that familiar sixth sense of mine. The horses would bewail as I opened the carriage. Ensconcing my black dress shoes on the curb. Idiomatically I would meander, offering my servant a bow. “Thank you. Please wait here my old friend.” A indistinct smile persisting on my face as I stood upright. Though he was a servant, he had become a close friend of mine through the years. His name was Eldric. A man who served my father and was there for me when my wife passed away.

Eldric would offer me a simple nod as he rebutted. “But of course sire.” The old man knew that such adherence antagonized me. Definitely coming from him. Still I had a case to elicit and possessed little time to disburse. As I turned once more to hail its architecture I could feel a sense of dread. As if my body was warning me that something about this case was not what it seemed. Still onward I would press, my black gloved hand imperceptibly knocking on the door as I pawed the shoulders of my fine black coat off. After all first impressions were everything. And I was a man of becoming taste and character and desired to assure this congregating went well.