As Rika walked through the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoed softly against the aged linoleum floor. Silence wrapped around her like a shroud, interrupted only by the hushed conversations of detectives and the occasional flash of a camera. As she turned a corner, she saw Lieutenant Sol just exiting one of the apartment rooms that seemed to be an operating room."Okay, make sure that Jim's new job was changed to that one. And as for the guard entrance job… Let's just give the chance to Louis. Tell him to stop recapping the accident and guard the entrance although I doubt it since he's quite a wimp," the lieutenant said, his voice low and authoritative."YES, SIR!" the subordinate replied crisply before hurrying off to carry out his orders.Lieutenant Sol closed the door to the apartment operating room, his gaze scanning the dimly lit hallway. He noticed Rika walking alone in his direction and approached her."Ah, Rika," the lieutenant greeted her, his tone polite yet slightly c

Days had passed since the unsettling events at the apartment complex, and now life seemed to have returned to its usual rhythm. The tension that previously had gripped the whole North Struggl was now nothing but a distant memory as the police who was try hard to keep silence, now give a shocking conclusion: Mrs. Jill, the elderly owner of the apartment complex was found guilty.The news of course sent shockwaves through the community. Nobody had expected that a frail old lady like her could be a blood cold murderer. The revelation had everyone talking, and soon, the executives who had once been the prime suspects faded into the background. People were too busy pondering how an elderly woman could commit such a gruesome act, where she had acquired the deadly acid, and if she had acted alone. However, beneath all these questions, a deeper mystery gnawed at the minds of the residents.Why had Mrs. Jill placed the 'F' keychain in the victim's mouth? Did it hold some hidden meaning, per

Greg stood outside the bustling Wcdonalds, one of the famous fast food restaurants in North Struggl with his eyes wide with amazement. In all the years he'd been passing by this fast-food restaurant, he had never witnessed such a spectacle. The line of customers seemed endless, snaking out the door and curving around like a twisting serpent.“What the… What’s going on?” Greg mused aloud as he observed the chaotic scene. “Why are so many people lining up here? They're all lined up like a serpent, and it's even stretching outside the store. Somehow, it’s kinda remind me with something out of Gongebob cartoons that Griffin used to watch!"Feeling a curiosity to get the better of him, Greg decides to lean closer, wanting to get a better view. As a businessman he was, Greg couldn’t help but wonder, what could have caused such a frenzy in this already famous fast food restaurant. Then, as Greg focused his attention on the entrance, he spotted a light banner with GONSHIN IMPACT, written in

Greg's initial curiosity turned into a mixture of surprise and concern as he heard the teenage boy's startling declaration. After all, who wouldn't be surprised when hearing it from a young mouth.Avenge your grandpa?" Greg asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "That's quite a heavy burden for someone your age. What happened to your grandpa that led you to go alone to seek revenge—?”Greg paused as he looked at the teenage boy, who looked down on his empty bowl. He seems pretty sad, and Greg couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy when seeing it.“Um, hey… You know, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” Greg said, before switching the teenage boy's empty bowl with another bowl of noodles. “After all, you’ve been through a lot, and it’s not right for me to push you. But, If you ever feel like sharing, just know that I’m willing to listen to you. Even though we’re just meeting today.” Then, after Greg said that, the teenage boy, who previously looked down, began to look

At Von Ritcher’s Estate, the grand dining room was adorned with elegant decor and bathed in soft, golden light. The family, consisting of Austine, Lorraine, and Griffin, sat around the ornate dining table, their expressions masked by the facade of a harmonious family dinner.However, beneath the polished veneer, tension simmered. Griffin, usually confident and unflappable, found himself struggling to articulate his thoughts.Griffin's gaze shifted between his parents, his internal turmoil manifesting in the way he toyed with his salad, pushing the greens around on his plate without any appetite.'F*ck, usually demanding is not a problem for me, but why did my mouth suddenly feel hard to ask it?! Is it because I know that the answer is definitely no? Gosh… I’m so dead right now, you’re so dead now Griffin…' Griffin thought, his frustration building as he tried to find the right words.Just that afternoon, Griffin's mood had plummeted. Charles, in a shockingly candid conversation, had i