When Well returned to his hotel room, it was already six o’clock in the morning. Students who were admitted to the same hotel as his were already suited in their respective uniforms and were all prepared to take off sooner or later, while him, on the other hand, was yet to dry his clothes out. He was untidy, filthy, and messy, and it was visible just from his eyes alone that he was so tired and had not had enough sleep. Well yawned as soon as he arrived at the doorway of the hotel. The people inside looked at him with disgust as if he was some kind of rubbish picked up from a rubbish bin– because to be clearly honest, that was how he indeed looked like. Doreen was the first person to notice his presence and did not ignore him like the rest of the tenants did. “Well! Oh, goodness gracious. Where have you been? I have sent a staff last night to deliver your dinner but he said your door was locked and the lights were off. And look at you now, all messy and dirty! If your Dad knows about

Well yawned as soon as he arrived at the doorway of the hotel. The people inside looked at him with disgust as if he was some kind of rubbish picked up from a rubbish bin– because to be clearly honest, that was how he indeed looked like. Meanwhile, Well was so tired and so exhausted he barely heard a word vividly from his old man’s old friend. Instead of answering to her or catering to her concerns regarding him, Well walked over and ignored Doreen. He was not in the mood for some small talks. And despite everything that he and Allen Mar and Detective Deib Anchorman had been through in even less than a night, a simple ‘how are you’ will never better anything. As a matter of fact, Well believed it only made the situation worse. The detective was dead. Allen Mar, his best friend, lost contact with him. So basically, it was now just him wandering over the New Bill City and facing the chaos or whatever there were again all by himself– like in the very beginning where there was absolutely

Well missed what it felt like to have a sleep so long and so comfortable and so worthwhile that he did not have to worry about what could happen around because he would not give a fuck anyways for what was important was he had a good sleep. He definitely missed that feeling. If only there was a way he could have returned to that time and savor it once again, he definitely would. But that was impossible now. Considering the events that took place. The things that were lost during only a night or two. And the memories that fell down. It was far too impossible now. He had to deal with whatever mess this was that he involved himself with. With his head buried into the pillow, Well thought of another impossible thing. Him and Detective Deib Anchorman– talking. In his clouded imagination, this was what happened: Well woke up from a knock on the door of his hotel room. He brushed his eyes– they were still sore and sleepy. He unwrapped himself from the bed sheet, yawned and stretched his

It was already nine o’clock in the morning when Well arrived in the school. As he stepped into the vicinity of the entrance gate, a gust of wind brushed the back of his neck. It felt as if the world whispered behind him, trying to entail something like a message. But he knew it was not a message. With his steady face and uninterrupted eyes, Well made it past the guard’s outpost. When he stood before the tallest building of the school, the Administration building, he suddenly paused for a while and looked at it with greatest contemplation. A part of him believed it was not yet the time for him to enter the class. He needed to heal. Losing Detective Deib Anchorman was tragically painful, and no amount of antidotes would be able to make him move on from that pain in just a day or two. But then again, another part of him told him that maybe Allen Mar was there. Maybe he can help him hide the pain. Or at the very least, forget about it. But to Well, seeing Allen Mar inside one of the c

“Are you trying to say that his act of tying you to that particular tree is only for a show? That both of you had an agreement about what should happen so that Detective Deib Anchorman can easily infiltrate the City Reserves and bring me to where Allen Mar is?” Well suspected. Meanwhile, Binsent Anchorman was amazed about how fast Well was able to form the entire puzzle. It should have been a difficult one to puzzle up. “Exactly, yes. I am also the reason why my twin brother was able to identify all the secret doors– including the tunnel where you passed through.” The taxicab driver started the engine again. “I bet we can still talk while driving? Because if I got it right, you are in a hurry, aren’t you?” the taxicab driver snorted. “Yeah, right. Please go on. And please make it faster to compensate to the delay that we had because of me,” Well answered in quite a bit shy manner. He rolled down the window on his side and then had himself a sniff of the fresh air of the mysterious a