A silent wave has swept the city... A disturbing wave... of peace. Nary has a gunshot been heard in many nights, the hospital staff has taken to prowling in dark corridors, and the only screams to be heard are those of passion emanating from the Red Light district.
The Desk Sergeant at the APPD has declared the relative peace a sign of heaven. Pity for his seat, as it strains under the Michelin weight of its owner each time he descends on the next Krispy Kreme. Certainly for the AP’s finest it has become a soaring Good Year, as their mid sections get as soggy as long johns dipped in milk.
For the citizens- wariness; the deep unease that accompanies the unknown as nights pass in relative calm. Where have all the bad times gone? Perhaps underground. Perhaps it is a strange astrological occurrence, like Virgo thinking Pisces is anything but sushi or that little bastard Pluto still waiting to see if it’s part of the family.
Has the island calmed? Will crime rise like Gojira from the sea and bring a tsunami of chaos?
Time will tell.