Thankfully, since the catastrophe that happened yesterday, Elaine had yet to show her face. Though, she might still have listened to what they were talking about from behind the wall. Haze tried to search for her with his eyes, but found no one. Good. He was still angry about the whole thing. But, the suitcase innocently waited for him. As if asking for him to do something about it. The headache blew in his brain, making him grunting. It was worse than the punch the tattooed man dealt on him yesterday. And he wanted everything to just end already. “Fine,” Maxine exclaimed suddenly, “If you don’t want to ask her, then I’ll do it myself.” “Oh, not on my watch, missy.” “You think you can stop me?” Like a cheetah, Maxine jumped out of her seat and lurched to the direction of Elaine’s private room in the hill house. Haze was a second too late in action, but he didn’t give up. Running after her, he tried to ca

He didn’t remember how he was born, nor how he was as a baby, but he could remember everything clearly from the day he turned three years old. He remembered celebrating his birthday with his older twin brother, Cassius, and his parents. They had a small party where only the four of them were present. It was nothing fancy, but he was smiling back then. However, everything changed the next day. Cassius and him turned into nothing more than test subjects. Their existence was pretty much kept in the dark. They never went out in public, or even played in the park. They only remained at home, where everything was provided for them in its best quality. From then, everything they did was observed closely by Leonard’s assistants. They were being graded, day by day, night by night, with no contact from either Leonard or Marie. Only cold assistants were around them. It continued to be like that until they both turned six. “Listen here, boys.” Leonard said to them, on one rainy night after t

“Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?” Haze blinked in puzzlement at the confession. “I just didn’t expect that a mafia lord like you would date someone… uhm… how do I say it?” Suddenly, Nathan was shoved to the side by the nerdy girl. “Even I still marvel how a boring librarian like me can date someone so ridiculously contradicting like Nate, but here we are.” “Oh, uhm, right.” Haze awkwardly cleared his throat. “Did you say something about a detective? Is her name Chloe Dancer by any chance?” “You know her?” Haze nodded, prompting the nerdy librarian to glared at Nathan. “You know I have ice-thin patience this week, so don’t test me, Nate.” The librarian interrogated, “The police are on the way to look for them. What are you planning to do now?” “Why? Nothing, of course.” “Like I believe you.” “But, my dear! You know I will never lie to you. All I say is the truth!” Nathan turned defensi

“I got what I want, so here.” A brown envelope was offered to him, possibly containing everything about the case they wanted to check. Haze took it with glee, “Now we are talking.” “It wasn’t much, but I can give you my personal notes later.” The Detective beckoned them to go into the coffee shop, “I’ll treat you to a cup and we’ll talk about it.” When they sat on the corner table with three cups of coffee between them, the hangover detective looked ready to discuss the old case. Haze opened the folder and placed the papers slightly to his left so the brunette could read it too. In 2021, a woman by the name Sheila Smiths was poisoned and found dead in Stradfield Hotel’s presidential suite. The hotel’s supervisor, Lucian Anderson, was arrested as the perpetrator, as he was also the victim’s fiance’s younger brother. The motive for this murder was because of a familial issue that involved the Anderson family’s massive inheritance.
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