Vana's POV Jerome and I met up at the clock tower a couple of days after we visited the palace. Our first assigned location is the place near the clock tower, the location of the testimony that Sir Hendry wrote in order to prove that Chairman Zerondale manipulated the nominations eight years ago.   “Are you sure we’re going at the right place?” Jerome scowled as we found ourselves lost in the middle of a shopping district.   The alleys were lined with shops, stores, and boutiques, the sidewalks filled with strolling people that bustled in the afternoon sun. Vehicles horns blared as traffic jams the intersections, making the whole scene way chaotic than usual.   We were walking for the past few minutes, drenching ourselves in our sweat as the scorching sun glisten against our skin. It’s not a good idea to walk in the middle of a street at exact noon, with no skin protection and no hat to w

3rd POV   Flickering lights, empty streets, and busy pubs overpower the capital as nighttime came, the clocktower striking midnight. It chimed as its hand ticked twelve, sending a message to the whole capital that it was time to end festivities and head home.   It was not the case for Gregory and Yuna, as they walk the empty streets with quick, swift, and light steps. Their shadows danced against the flickering lights, their silhouettes concealed by the dark cloaks they are wearing.   Like what they have discussed earlier in the day, Gregory and Yuna went to the Southern Bridge of the river in search for Madison O’delai’s evidence file. They were informed by Vana a few hours ago that they have found one of the four files, surprising them with the fact of where the location led them.   “Any idea which part of the Southern Bridge area is the file hidden?” Yuna wondered at Gregory, glan

Vana's POV   I leaned against a pillar at the entrance lobby of the train station of Archborn, eyes surveying the crows as I waited for Jerome to arrive. It was the next day already after we got the testimony. Now, we’re on our way to the location of Mr. Randwin’s evidence file.   I wore my silk, black skinny pants today, wearing a knitted halter top and a long trenchcaot to match the look. And instead of wearing my usual ankle boots, I wore my mountain boots, my belt and holster strap wrapped around my waist.   I waited for Jerome; eyes fixated beyond the road in search for his silhouette. I noticed him immediately as his semi-formal attire always stands out in the crowd. He likes wearing tight-fitted shirts and trench jackets, with a hat and his holsters a combo he doesn’t miss.   “I see that you stayed in your signature outfit today as well,” I greeted, musing as I lift my gaze up

Vana's POV   “These arrows may mean something and if I’m right, it might lead us to what we’re looking for.”   Jerome stared at me with a confused and baffled look, waiting for me to talk again. I had to repeat everything in my head about the arrows in the journal, forgetting and erasing the scene earlier as I concentrate in finding a solution to our problem.   The arrows are found in the page where the details of the report and evidence of the cases were written. I have theories about these arrows: one, is that the arrows are found in the report pages of the journal and points to one of the three remaining locations of the evidence files.   Two, the arrows are found in all the pages that tackled the Serpent and Scorpion case, leading us to possibly either Ms. Madison or Mr. Randwin’s evidence file. Either way, I’m certain that it leads us to one of the evidence files.  

3rd POV   “I plan to tell you something, but I want you to promise not to tell anyone about it, Professor Zander. I trust you,” Gregory muttered, tilting his gaze at Professor Zander.   Professor Zander met Gregory’s gaze, nodding as he accepts his conditions. “Very well, as you command,” Professor Zander muttered, his head lowering to prove his loyalty and honesty.   “I am investigating someone in my circle. As you know, two of the pillars have been disrupted for months now, and the only pillars left standing strong is the one Yuna and Chairman Zerondale holds,” Gregory began.   They turned to the street on the right, entering an empty alleyway that leads to the second busiest street in town. Gregory kept an eye on his surroundings, watching for any suspicious actions near them. He continued speaking as he assesses their path to be clear.   “And recently, Yuna a