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
DETECTIVE LESIA'S POV"OMG, this case is really something. I don't know if I should fight for it or just resign from being a detective," I complain, dropping the cup on the table. I have already consumed two cups of coffee just to keep myself awake."Who is Lynn's friend again?" Ace asks. I scratch my forehead and stop myself from slapping him. "Does Lynn have any other friends besides me?" I raise an eyebrow curiously."The teacher, what's her name again?"I shrug. I'm not interested in my friend's friend. It will only upset me."Why are you asking?""Call her," he orders. I roll my eyes."Lynn's friend?""I just have a few questions for Lynn before I start this case report."I sigh and grab my cellphone. I search for Lynn's number and dial it."The number you have dialed is now unattended or out of the coverage area. Please try your call later."I tried again but still couldn't reach her. I glance at the time. It's too early to assume she is asleep, and no matter how busy she is, sh
"Die, bitch!"I swing the axe, aiming for the man's foot, and hit it with precision. I hear the ligament crack as warm liquid flows from behind me to the floor."Argh! Fuck you, bitch!" he screams in pain, writhing on the floor.I can't help but grin, my lips trembling. I want to be like them, to embrace evil and become a killer driven by the anger and pain I feel now. But I don't know what's holding me back from reverting to being a psychopath.When I was a child, I could kill innocent animals due to my mental disorder. My classmates kept their distance and labeled me a psycho. I couldn't fully comprehend what it meant, so I simply ignored everyone.I also had a mother who loved me in a way no one else could. So before entering secondary school, my mental state stabilized. I began experiencing emotions like joy, pain, worry, and love. Compassion? Well, yes, a hint of compassion for others. But I only felt it fully towards my mother.In high school, the words of others started affecti
I find myself unable to move my body. My eyelids weigh heavily, refusing to open.I sense the gentle softness of the bed beneath me, and faintly perceive the sounds of the room surrounding me.Where am I? Why am I immobilized, unable to open my eyes or utter a word? Am I still among the living or have I descended into the depths of hell?I long to scratch my forehead, yet I am incapable of doing so. What kind of situation is this? Is this truly what they refer to as the afterlife?The door opens, accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps. Wait, why is there a door? Could I be in the judgment room?"When will Lynn regain consciousness? It has been over two months since my friend fell into a coma."Over two months? Who is this woman?"Considering the severity of her injuries, it is expected for her to be in this state. The trauma has caused swelling in her brain. Frankly, it's a miracle that she is still alive despite the numerous deep cuts she has suffered. She's a true fighter.