The gentle moonlight stood at the center of the night sky and painted the surroundings with an electric-blue hue, it lengthened the shadows of objects, gilds everything in a warm glow and reveals little grains of sand on the concrete ground. Everly slipped into her favorite cropped top and denim jeans and appeared before Edwin who sat on the soft bed with his legs crossed and arms placed on the bed behind him, which he leaned on for support. The delightful scent of cologne hit him at a distant, his blue eyes twinkled Their building sat a few miles away from the others, the alley was cemetery-quiet. “How do I look?” she asked with a quirked eyebrow and shaped her lips into a smile.The gentle ceiling lamp dipped her skin in a golden glow.“Woah!” he gawped, his eyes dwelt on her red-violet lips. Her sleek hair gave a striking beauty, she lifted her cropped top, exposing her dainty waist. She had a burning-hot body like that of a model. He cued for her to sit beside him and mirrored

The masked man got on his motorcycle and sped off to meet with Hubbard, nothing was as important to him as the money he would receive for the job. Rival groups had begun to emerge from nowhere and the wingles were beginning to lose everything they'd worked for, his wife, Ayla, needed an immediate surgery for chronic liver failure else she wouldn't last the next seven hours. The old man carefully returned to the apartment as he noticed a sudden calmness. He peeked through the shattered windows and all he could see was a young man determined to survive, he quickly punched in an emergency number and put a call forward to the emergency team. A tear trickled down the side of Everly's nose, she never wanted anyone to find out about her relationship with Edwin. “Who could be behind this?” she conceived and swallowed the dryness from her throat still observant of her environment, she turned back at equal intervals to check if the masked man was after her. The thought of his sick wife pierc

Graeme Clough expelled his breath sharply and lowered his head, his day would have been a perfect one if only his first duty happened to be something far from murder. Unfortunately, after the death of his sister, Wayde, a high-ranking personality in the force who was brutally murdered in her resident, he swore never to have anything to do with the force, but life surely has a way of changing things. The image of Edwin covered in blood reminded him of that empty night when Wayde laid lifeless on her bed, covered in her blood. She had lifted her arm to reach for her gun, but the serial killer was fast, skilled, and stronger than she was. He clenched his fist with a death grip. “Let's move it!” If there was any hope left to apprehend the culprit, then it could only be now. The special ops team got into the van and were ready to depart the crime zone. Graeme Clough pulled the door open and then paused for a moment, he looked back with a brief tilt of his head and a smile curled-up at t

Edwin sat on the white sofa, opposite Murat Mohr, as much as he was interested in the conversation with him, he just couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful frame that embraced the wall. The sound of a ticking clock could be heard, red heavy curtains hung on the high windows which only gave room for little light to penetrate. It painted a long vertical rectangular pattern on the tiled floor. The perfume of air freshener circulated the room. A smile flickered at the edge of his mouth, he once had a frame of himself and Everly. “Would things ever return to the way it was?” he conceived and lowered his gaze. If only he could rewind and pick up the pieces of life he left behind. “You're going to need this.” Murat Mohr cut through his thoughts and lifted his arms towards Edwin with what seemed like an identity card. “Huh?” Edwin narrowed his gaze. “You're a dead man, remember?” Edwin seemed to have forgotten so soon as he exhaled deeply, that night could have sent his name down the

Inside the Prosecutors Intelligence Service (PIS) building, opposite the receptionist's office, sat Everly and Savannah on the metal bench proposed for clients. The movement of people were as that of vehicles on the highway, the murmuring of clients and clanking of shoes on the tiled floor could be heard while the mingling scents of different cologne filled the air. “And that was it.” Everly said, the words leapt out of her mouth almost on their own. She had just narrated the ordeal of Edwin's death to Savannah. “Do you still love him?” Savannah asked, staring into her eyes, the question, although simple, felt heavy like she'd something caught up in her throat. She looked heavenward and exhaled deeply, her mouth crinkling into a smile. She pressed her lips together as her eyes misted with pain. “He was my future, my only hope…” she tossed her head down as tears trickled down the side of her nose. “Everything will be calm.” Savannah assured, cuddling her arms around her shoulders