[ WP ] Super Mario has been murdered , you are the detective assigned to his case .

`` Give me a summary. Anything to work with.'' 
 
 A body lay down on the middle of the road, one wearing red overalls and a jumper. Peculiar, very. Half of his body was singed, the clothing melted and his face left indistinguishable. What could have done this? 
 
 `` Ok so,'' Will begins. `` An ID on his pocket shows us that this is Mario Tajiri, plumber in Wur Corporations. Lives in Alabama and has a twin brother.'' 
 
 *Mario Tajiri. Why was the name so familiar* 
 
 Of course. I remember now. At least 20 years ago, there was a missing persons case announced for the finding of Mario and Luigi. Eye witness report said that they went inside the sewers and never got up again. But months of searching found nothing, and for some reason, here he was, at the dead of night, wearing what appeared to be cosplay. 
 
 Mysterious. 
 
 `` Chief?'' Will asks me. I turn my head and notice whats in his hand. `` A letter?'' 
 
 `` Yeah,'' he opens the flap, and pulls out a piece of paper. `` Says here...'' he paused. There were few things that could make Will pause like that. I pull the piece of paper from his hand and looked at it. 
 
 Gibberish. Even I would pause when I saw something I could n't understand. 
 
 I sigh in exasperation. For a moment, I really thought it was a lead, but- 
 
 `` Oh, why do you have a Japanese letter there?'' 
 
 I turn my head to meet the source of the words. Furada, the import officer from Japan. 
 
 `` You recognize this?'' I ask him. 
 
 `` Hell yeah I do, he says.'' He pulls it from my hand and begins deciphering it. The smile from his face drops and he pauses. 
 
 `` Well, what does it bloody say?!'' 
 
 He clears his throat. `` That he's got a woman hostage.'' He looks up from the letter and levels his eyes against mine. `` Says he got her in a castle.'' 
 
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 Gun sounds could be heard from over a mile away, especially in a quiet day or night. Such was the case here. When the criminals in league with the kidnapper refused to a peaceful solution, there was only one way to go: violence. The bullets were blanks, of course, and only knocked the *goons* out. For some reason, they wore turtle shells over their torso, their skins dyed heavily in yellow. They were surrounding a mansion, one heavily adorned with mushroom drawings and fireball inscriptions. 
 
 What the hell was going on here? 
 
 Will hands me a megaphone, and I hold the handle in my hands. `` Sir! We have you surrounded!'' 
 
 There was no response. As though in an act of insult, another one of the goons, or *kappa* as they called themselves, ran out of the front door and attempted to run up to the police cars. No gun, no weapons, just bare fists. A couple blanks and he was knocked out. 
 
 `` I'm getting sick of this,'' I whisper. I clamp a gun in my hands and proceed to walk around the mansion, to try to find another way. When I find an opening behind, at an open window, I sneak myself in. Did n't even matter if they saw me or not, they did n't even have weapons. 
 
 I glance around the room. This must have been a kitchen, but almost all the appliances were thrown out. Instead, cans and cans of mushrooms lay unopened. I scour through the house and try to find the woman. Bathroom? No. Kitchen? No. Living Room? No. 
 
 As I wander across, the house eerily bare of any more of the goons, I hear a whimpering in one of the rooms. I could have hit myself then and there. Of course! The Master Bedroom! Pistol in hand, I kick through the door. 
 
 My heart dropped. It was only a radio, playing what apeared to be prerecorded audio. 
 
 On one corner of the room, however, there was a letter. Hastily, I run towards it and rip it from the envelope. I did n't need to know Japanese to understand English. 
 
 `` SHE'S IN ANOTHER CASTLE'' 
 

