Description
Gon Freecss... People called him crazy for trying to solve a case that had been left unsolved since 1927. He was a professional detective that dedicated his life to his work, he was a workaholic to say the least. He always made sure his calculations were perfect, people in the office didn't quite like him for his perfectionist personality. One day, as he was searching through the abandoned estate as to where his subject Killua Zoldyck had been murdered, he stumbled across a source of light peeping out of a corner. From the looks of it, it could've been a small candle light lit by a simple match, but as he peered closer- the light sucked him in whole. He awoke to the sound of old engines and murmur, the people circling around him were dressed in such vintage clothing. Did he pass out in some sort of convention? "Sir? Are you alright?" "Im fine... but gosh why are you dressed like that? This isnt the 20s." He joked. "...Sir, its 1924." Oh dear. - - - - (Warnings: Mentions of murder) Authors note: -There will be strictly no nsfw, even if they're adults in this fan fiction. -Chapters will be in 3rd person, other POVs are less likely. (Cover art by: akchainsju on twit)
Prologue
