Blood Stains on my Red Silettos

“In order for this to work, you’ll have to go undercover.” The lanky dark hair guy said, pouring a glass brandy and handing it over to the other male sitting across the desk. “Gather intel and bring it back to me. Anything you can find about my sister’s whereabouts.”The other male, Hanagaki Takemichi, tiled his chin up, fingering the rim of the glass as he processed the directions being told. “So what’d I have to do? Sell drinks to gather information? New recruit?” He asked.The other in the room, known as Naoto, smirked in response.“Not exactly,” Naoto placed a file in front of Takemichi, who looked through it thoroughly, finding a fake I.D and documents. “Let’s say, a figure like yours can work in our favor.”///////It's been weeks since Hina went missing and police have begun to consider her a runaway. Naoto knew better, Toman was behind her disapperance he was sure of it. he just needed a someone on the inside...lucky for him Takemichi was just that someone.