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'
"I went to the restroom because I received a text. It said that it knows who the woman is that my ex-boyfriend replaced me with," Ma'am Niña continues her story.Detective Veins, who is interrogating the teacher, sarcastically laughs, his eyes darting around as if anticipating an attack at any moment."I'm telling the truth! I have no knowledge of the child's death. She wasn't even my student... I mean, she used to be my student, but not this year."In the trembling and emphasis of her words, I sense a hint of truth, but there's also a part of me that says she's lying. Like Doctor Jhasmine, she forcefully conceals the truth.What is it? I can't help you, Ma'am Niña, if you don't tell the truth."And who sent you the text?""I don't know, it was from an unknown sender.""If it's unknown, why did you believe it?""Have you ever been deceived before?"Detective Veins visibly pauses at that probing question from Ma'am Niña. The woman's face suddenly turns serious as she gazes intently at
"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
I am just waiting for Sir Race to enter his house before I go up to mine. My shoulders are drooping from the exhaustion I feel, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well.Is life this bitter, huh?I am taken aback when I see Detective Ace right in front of our gate."Where have you been? You suddenly disappeared from the station. Don't tell me you can teleport too?" he says.Aish, why does this detective talk so much? He sure talks a lot."I was at school," I replied honestly and succinctly. He raises an eyebrow and scans me with his eyes. I can't help but feel uneasy."DA? What are you doing there?" he asks with a hint of doubt. Instead of answering, I just let out a sigh. "Who's that guy?" he adds, pointing towards Sir Race's house.Aish, so he sees us.I have no intention of answering his questions because it isn't my obligation. I dedicate my time to explaining and shedding light on murder cases, not answering intrusive questions about other people's lives."Is he
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.
"Ma'am Lynn!"I immediately turned to the owner of that voice. Ma'am Niña is running towards us, with Flyn by my side."Hey, Ma'am Niña!" Flyn says, her voice is filled with tears, while I can't help but smile."Thank you for your help, huh?" she says, embracing us. She has been out of the detention room since last night. We also visited her yesterday morning and made sure she would be released before the sun rose again."You must have been really scared," Flyn says, stroking her hair."It's not just fear, 'day. I felt like I was in hell. If I learned anything, it's to forget about my damn ex-boyfriend."We all burst into laughter together. That's the reason she ended up in the restroom. The sender used a burner phone, so it couldn't be traced. What matters is that Ma'am Niña's hands were proven clean in the crime that took place."What happened to Sir Race?" Ma'am Niña asks. I quickly follow her gaze and see Sir Race struggling to walk."He slipped in the restroom. The restroom is so
Gradually, my consciousness returns while both of my senses continue to ache due to the chemicals I sniffed earlier.I can't see anything because of the blindfold. I can't move properly either because my hands are tied behind my back while sitting on a metal chair with an arm desk. The part I'm sitting on has foam padding. It's not new to me. This is the same chair they used for Kira, the only difference being that there's no rope around my neck.I also feel the stiffness in my jaw because of the handkerchief stuffed in my mouth. Am I in the lair of killers? I mean, multiple killers.I glance towards the direction where I hear a movement. I'm not alone in my current location. My heart leaps when I remember the man's last words.Mother."Lynn."I become alarmed once again. That's Mother's voice. It sounds weak. Earlier, I want to remove the blindfold, but now I don't want to. I know I wouldn't want to see my mother suffering when she has no idea why.I hear the door open. One, two, thr
I force myself to lift my body to the side. I feel pain in my hands, trapped between the floor and the chair's backrest.What's stopping them from killing me? Why do they need to imprison me in this hellish place? This is not their usual killing style.I wince in pain as my wounded arm hits the rough floor."So, this is exactly what torture feels like, huh?" I grit my teeth and throw a tantrum by kicking my feet on the floor. "Ouch," I mutter weakly, feeling the sharp sting as the pain radiates through me.Something cold touches my foot. My heart suddenly races. Judging by its shape, I am sure it's a Swiss knife. Perhaps the man dropped it without noticing.I twist my body toward the knife, contending with the friction of the rough floor against my wounded frame. The pain amplifies with each movement, making progress an arduous feat. My heart skips a beat as I finally make contact with my intended target.I strain against the resistance of the abrasive surface beneath me, my body prot