Detective Persona 4 Novels & Stories

"Hello, you are Zara Hall, right?" Zara looked at them warily, but nodded. "Yes, I am. How may I help you?" The ginger man flipped out a wallet to show his badge and said, "I'm Detective Stine. You are under arrest, Zara Hall."

Not knowing who the man was, was giving him serious anxiety. The man reached for his belt and unhooked a badge from there. "My name is Detective Damian Wayde with Ranem PD. The lieutenant said you had some info for us. I'm sorry for blinding you with the flash light, but I had to make sure it was really the both of you, not some decoys." "How do we know you're who you say you are, not some impostor?" Jo asked suspiciously. "Who else would I be?" The man asked exasperatedly.

The detective quietly released the woman's grip from his body, he reached the woman bag and rummaged the bag content as quietly as possible. After he found her pink cell phone, he noticed how she locked the cell phone with a pin number. The detective confidently typed the pin number, and voila it opened. Roy knows that the pin number is Eka’s birthday, Aveline is in love with that egotistical man that he considered as a best friend.

The corner of his lips soared, releasing a grin which mocked the prideful leader of the Wen. Vret could not believe he’ll see someone who’s as crazy as the man standing in front of him. “Vret Wen,” Mingyu called his name. He showed his badge and introduced himself, “I’m detective Mingyu Kim from Soro 4th division. You are under arrest for the foreign tax evasion.” Vret’s widened eyes shook at the words he heard. He’s aware of this, but never did he expect that he will be caught like this. He was sure that he killed all the people who were involve at this case.

White skin, white hair, and cold blue eyes that were fixed on mine. “Hello,” he said. “Hello,” I said. “Are you the owner of this property?” “It belongs to my family,” the man said, stepping onto the porch and carefully closing the door behind him. I took out my badge and held it up as I approached. “My name is David Carlson. I’m a detective with the Dubois Police Department. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?” “Of course, I would be glad to cooperate,” said the man. “How can I help you?”

"Well it a hobby just like your hobby of waking up late." "Anything suspicious around?" "No... Not any... the place is just normal." "Then let's get in." Finalized Jessica heading in the store. At the counter sat an average man, late thirties, blonde long hair laid down his shoulders. Tattoos on his left hand with the same similarity with those of the other gentlemen they had met previously. "Hello sir. I guess you're Gerry Bernard." "Yeah. And I believe your detective Jessica Carriewhite and he is Daniel Romero"

the first officer inquired, holding up his ID. I quickly scanned the ID to confirm its authenticity before replying, "Caspian Ragnar, how may I help you?" "I'm Detective Specter. This is Detective Jones. We received reports suggesting your possible involvement in the recent disappearance of Miss Wilson. We'd like to investigate and hear your account." "Certainly. Please, come in," I said, stepping aside to widen the doorway in invitation.

"Are you Alexa? Saw you somewhere before. Do you know me?" The detective was a towering figure, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see through the surface of things, as if he had the ability to discern a person's deepest secrets with a single glance. His dark hair was meticulously groomed, and his suit was perfectly tailored to fit his muscular frame. As he approached Alexa, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This man was no ordinary detective. His very presence seemed to demand respect, and his steely gaze made it clear that he was not one to be trifled with.

But when I ask, “May I ask who you are and what you are here for?” He seems so nonchalant and shrugs before answering, “My name is detective Harrison, and I am here because a Robert Fedorov filed a missing persons report for his teenage daughter, Arabella Fedorov. He told me that he tracked her phone to this very place and then when he spoke with you, you acted suspicious.”

He carried a leather notebook in one hand, and his badge clipped to his belt. The man—Detective Harrington, as he had introduced himself—had already questioned me for hours, his patience wearing thin with each answer I gave. Initially, he was fully engaged as I began my statement. However, his attention waned the moment I started describing Axel's physical appearance. It was as if he thought I was referring to someone else entirely, perhaps a person with a similar name only to realize it was the same person everyone knew—that I'd gotten to know too.