Chapter 1- The Call
He walked towards the mirror, synchronizing with his crutch. He peeked at the silver-framed mirror. Ruffed his obsidian coloured hair and rubbed his perfect jawline. His dark eyes followed his thin fingers. He wore a white, light t-shirt which allowed whatever little breeze there was inside. He reached to turn on the fan. He sighed, then looked out of the window and stood there, enjoying the coolness that flapped under his t-shirt.
He managed to hop outside. It was an unpleasant, sticky afternoon. Warm colours were blurring Isaac’s eyes. He leapt to the corner to take a moment. Kids were stuffing their faces with ice creams, which were starting to melt. He flapped a leaflet as a source of wind, but that only brought along heatwaves. The humidity was almost strangling him. RING RING. He felt his pocket with one hand and leaned against the wall.
“Hello, mum.” His voice was deep but calming, making anyone who heard it, long to listen to the soothing sound again.
“Isaac, where are you?” A woman spoke.
“I’m around Stoke Newington Police Station, why?”
“Great! I’m coming. Wait for me at the bus stop in front of it.”
“Are you home right now?” He knew the answer but still wanted to ask. He glanced at the flats across the street, expecting Maris (his mother) to peek out from the window.
“No, but I’m on my way to the police station where you are.” Her voice vibrated as she spoke.
“Why do we need to go to the police station, anyways?” He finally asked. His mother never wanted to go anywhere around police officers so he was unsure.
“That’s for me to tell you when I arrive.” A voice of a man called her name out playfully. Isaac was about to ask when she hung up immediately.
Her brown, hazy eyes only looked at his feet. She wore a red summer dress, which stuck to her. She cracked a smile but it was rueful. He noticed that she crafted her copper-coloured hair into a messy bun, telling him she was in a rush. Her palms were sweating and she fiddled with her fingers. She tried so hard not to make eye contact. She tried to speak, but her slightly thin rose lips were shut tight as if they were superglued.
“So what is it?” He was uncomfortable with the silence. He noticed that she wore new, bright white heels.
“Your cousin, Izumi, he’s missing.” His heart lurched
