Thursday: February 7, 2008
Who: Dylan [Narrative]
When Morning
Where: His office in Town Hall.
What: Dylan is conflicted by Hayate’s heroic actions and Dante’s confession to the murders.
Note: Just have your character respond with a comment that is a letter to Dylan!

Dylan paced his office as the sun was rising, trying to make sense of the events from the past few days. He pulled back a curtain to reveal the early morning sky pink from the rainfall. Glad for the moment of silence away from people, Dylan simply studied the clouds and cleared his mind of other thoughts. The djinni needed some time to himself to rejuvenate his mind. He was more tired than usual from late nights and meeting after meeting. The Vice Council members attempted to collect evidence on Hayate, but they had all come up dry.

The victim would not have lied about such a thing, but at the same time Dylan wondered if maybe her encounter had distorted her perception. It was even possible someone tried to look like the man she accused and she confused the two . . . something had to explain it. Even though he was six-hundred-years old, Dylan was still just a man. He was not a god, and he couldn’t be sure of anything regarding this case. He had a particular perception like everything other person, and his perception was barraged with a lack of evidence. He wondered what the councilmen and women thought and decided a meeting would be called for or perhaps an exchange of letters. Dylan needed to know how far they had gotten by now.

It mattered more in these final moments because Dante confessed to the murders of Simon, Eliza, Faye, and Kaiya. All of them were murdered in a way to make it look as though a vampire had done it, but none of the bodies were drained of blood . . . a peculiar thing, and not the mark of a vampire. They had nothing to hold Hayate on anymore since Ms. Hart’s word was not currently enough to keep him behind bars without further evidence, and they had no legal right to hold him for the murders of anyone.

Hayate was free to go as soon as he healed, but Dante . . . a psychopath right under their noses. Dylan told himself they couldn’t have known, but he wished he could have. He wished he could have prevented it, stopped it somehow—but wasn’t that the wish of any good person? To know the bad before it happened, in order to prevent it? Not even a psychic could predict the entire future before them.

Dylan let the curtain fall over the window and moved to his desk, sitting down in his chair. He pulled out the envelopes and letters to prepare one for each of the Vice Council members. Today, they would each receive one.

Dear Vice Council,

As you all have been reviewing the legal case of Hayate Ishikawa, I am asking that you divulge to me what information or evidence, if any, you have gathered on him by this time. As Dante Donovan has admitted to the four murders, we can no longer tie them to Hayate. I have no evidence in my possession that allows us to hold him any longer. Without any evidence, we must release him until the court date should Ms. Hart desire to pursue her case against Mr. Ishikawa.

I hope you will all report in a timely fashion before the day is out.

Sincerely,
Dylan Uzoma
Head Council