As my heavy eyelids droop, struggling to stay open, Detective Ace gracefully places a steaming cup of aromatic coffee in front of me, rescuing me just moments before my weary head collides with the unforgiving tabletop. The persistent tendrils of drowsiness have been ensnaring my senses throughout the day, but I summon every ounce of determination to wage a valiant battle against its relentless grip. The rich aroma of the coffee swirls around me, offering a temporary respite from the weariness that threatens to consume me."Thanks, Detective Ace," I murmur, my voice infused with a mixture of gratitude and fatigue.Yesterday's somber occasion marked the solemn cremation ceremony for Kira, yet a conspicuous absence loomed over the gathering—Daxxe, nowhere to be seen. Contemplating the enigmatic void, two possibilities emerge, their nebulous tendrils teasing my thoughts. Either Daxxe and Kira had long severed their connection, drifting apart like distant stars, or perhaps the knowledge o

Inside a lavishly decorated room, the haunting whimper of a woman reverberates, each agonizing breath punctuated by her excruciating pain. The sound echoes off the lampshade, LED alarm clock, the elegant swivel desk chair, a delicate hanging vase, and the expansive glass window.Through the tremor in her voice, it's evident that she's desperately trying to crawl away from her assailant, despite the injuries that already ravage her body. Her voice, once strong, now falters, as if her throat has suffered significant damage."Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" she implores, her words trembling with fear. The haunting sounds of blood dripping from her wounds add an eerie undertone. The severity of her injuries is evident—countless lacerations that mar her flesh.The room she's trapped in seems to be soundproof, devoid of any external noises. Even if she were to scream, no one would come to her aid, amplifying her helplessness."She confided in me, you know. She told me how she ye

It is already past 7:00 p.m., but we're still at school. The teachers' evaluation is starting tomorrow, and four of us are scheduled for it. I am surrounded by gossipers."Where's Ma'am Niña?" Flyn asks."In the restroom? I don't know," Ma'am Pau replies."Ma'am Niña won't survive without washing, you know, every hour," Ma'am Irene jokingly says, making all of us laugh."Let's message her," Flyn suggests."Is our Review Room still closed?" Ma'am Pau comments."The Science team and Journalists are still reviewing. The contest is on Monday," Flyn answers."Your students are so diligent, huh?" Ma'am Irene comments."Well, when Ainslynn and Flyn are their coaches, and their names sound similar," I jokingly say. I am about to stand up to go to the Review Room when I hear a scream."Did you hear that?" I ask."What?" they all ask simultaneously."The scream.""Huh? No, but maybe it's just your students fooling around. Maybe you should send them home?""We're already sending them home. They'

"What's going on here?" asks the man they call Detective Veins. I can't gather the strength to walk out because of his presence."It's none of your business," Detective Ace rudely replies. The other one sarcastically chuckles."Why are you still here, Miss Ainslynn Quezon?" he turns to me and asks. I can't find my voice to respond. "And who are you?" he adds, questioning Doc. Jhasmine."I'm Doctor Jhasmine of Xell Hospital.""What's a doctor and a teacher doing here? This is a detective station, not a hospital or school.""You're accusing my cousin in the Dammon Academy murder case. I'm here to help prove her innocence. I know Niña, she wouldn't be capable of killing anyone.""I'm in charge of the case, you should be talking to me and not the people in this department.""So, you're Detective Veins, right?""That's right.""Well, you're the one I should be talking to, but this stupid group of detectives is minding my business also.""Hey, you came here voluntarily, maybe I should revea

Kristel is washing her hands. It is evident in her movements that she is anxious. Her consecutive gulps are also noticeable.The restroom door opens, causing the child to step back. I think they sense the impending danger. The man in the hood enters. Suddenly, my heart starts racing.It's him. The killer in the black hood."Who are you?" Kristel asks, trembling."You'll die without knowing my name."His voice... I'm sure he's the one who killed Zeen and Kira. I can't be mistaken."What did I do to you?" The child steps back again, leaning against the wall this time."To me, nothing."Then, who? Is he a paid psycho killer? Or a professional one?"But to my friend, you did something," he adds.Friend? So, that woman and this killer surely have a deep connection."I don't know the friend you're talking about. Please have mercy on me, don't... Don't kill me.""It's too late. Your death is already planned, kid."He quickly approaches Kristel and mercilessly stabs the child in the stomach.