"Roamer Rockf, in his late 40s. He used to have a son, but he died in an accident," Pedro said as they casually drove through the streets of Safe City."How did it happen?" Dim-Dim asked, intrigued by the story. Upon first seeing the man, he had never imagined Roamer Rockf as someone who had lost a child.Pedro shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes Amma's parents discuss it, subtly blaming Rockf's wife for negligence, but they never talk about the tragedy specifically. You know those gossiping parents of Amma; they're harsh with their words, usually gossiping about wealthy people. You're lucky not to be part of their gossip material. Their words can be really cutting.""I don't know if I should feel relieved or what because I'm not wealthy, so they don't gossip about me," Dim-Dim joked, and Pedro laughed."You get what I mean, buddy.""I understand. Is there any news about Rockf's son on the internet?"Pedro shook his head, then paused to think. "Like I said, there's no news about it. Bu
Roamer Rockf's house appeared simple, a single-story building with spacious white steps, pillars, square windows, and pavilions. The only distinguishing feature that brought freshness to the white building was the rose bushes growing beneath each window.When Dim-Dim decided to transform into a butterfly and landed on the head of Pedro, who had transformed into a beautiful girl in a neat suit, he didn't feel out of place."Miss Jane," greeted one of the gardeners, and Pedro waved casually."Hi. Is Mr. Rockf at home?" he asked."Yes, he is, Miss Jane," replied the gardener.So, Pedro in Jane's guise confidently knocked on the white door of Roamer Rockf's house.A housekeeper woman almost instantly opened the door. "Miss Jane! What a surprise!" she exclaimed.Pedro made a modest chuckle, and the woman smiled, seeing Jane so happy."I miss Pudding," Pedro said in a playful tone that didn't seem irritating on Jane's face but rather endearing. "But I miss you all too." His eyes briefly gla
When Pedro returned with Roamer Rockf, the private workspace was already tidy."Jane, please come back another time," Roamer said. He didn't seem as drunk as before, but his cheeks were still flushed, indicating he was still affected. "I promise to have someone take your dog for a walk.""Not my dog. My child. Pudding is like my daughter now," Jane smiled, and Roamer chuckled."Yes, I'll pay someone to take 'my granddaughter' for a walk," Roamer said. "Now go back to your work. Do you like your workplace environment?""I love it. Thank you for recommending me," Pedro said."Yeah, no problem. If my son were still alive, I'd recommend him," Roamer said frankly. "But now it's just you, and I know he loved you, so... I'll be good to you."For a moment, a butterfly landed on his head, and Pedro, disguised as Jane, casually left the office of one of Safe City's founders, then drank the chamomile tea made for him and quickly walked out of the house's yard. They parked their car one block awa
"And women like Yunabella Goldrif surely come around midnight. She's not Cinderella, buddy. She's a party girl.""So, are we going to be here until midnight?" Dim-Dim asked, suddenly nervous again."Yeah," muttered Pedro. "We'll be here until she shows up, and when she leaves, I have to be the guy who leaves with her. Or you. One of us.""We need to successfully dig up information from Yunabella, because girls like her are always good at maintaining their image online. Nothing personal ever surfaces except for a deceased husband who left a lot of wills.""I understand," Dim-Dim said. He was the one who initiated the investigation into the founders of Safe City, so he had to stay strong and focused on his goal. He chewed on another fry when suddenly his phone buzzed. A notification from Monstachat.EDEL: Hang in there! I'm on my way!TARA: Is that you? Snacking on fries at the bar tonight?Reading the second message, Dim-Dim immediately looked left and right, and his eyes locked onto T
"Somebody mentioned cold cakes? Oh, I really enjoyed the event at that cake shop," said a woman, and for a moment Dim-Dim, Edel, and Pedro turned towards the voice.Not far from them, Yunabella Goldrif was sipping her drink."Me too. It was inspired by my friend," said Edel, unaware of whom she was talking to."So, why blue? Why not pink, or red, like Valentine's Day usually?" said Yunabella."Well, because I wanted to depict not Valentine's, but something between a frozen heart and cake. I made the cake as delicious as possible hoping sweet food could thaw someone's frozen heart, or at the very least, celebrate with them," said Edel. Then, she covered her mouth momentarily with the back of her hand, hiccuping. "Oops, what am I saying? I think I'm a bit tipsy.""I'll drive you home," said Dim-Dim. He stood up, but Pedro didn't follow him. Pedro didn't even look in his direction."May I buy you a drink, Madam?" Pedro asked, and Dim-Dim blinked.Yunabella smiled at Pedro. "Sure, please
To: Z.I've sent the money. That's the last. I must remind you that if you keep squeezing us, I'll send someone to take care of you, doctor. I didn't ask you to create such a terrible monster! I was drunk that night, and I don't remember agreeing to something as horrible as your offer that night.When Pedro read the email the next day, he didn't seem too concerned about it as a betrayal."She said in the email, she was drunk at the time. So she wasn't really asking Dr. ZA to create monsters," Pedro said while leaning on the counter."While Roamer Rockf clearly stated he didn't ask Dr. ZA to create those monsters," Dim-Dim muttered."Yeah, but maybe after his son's death, he's no longer ambitious to chase money like before," Pedro said.Dim-Dim wondered if now, after spending a night with Yunabella Goldrif, Pedro was no longer neutral and wanted to blame all the founders of Safe City except Goldrif."That's cruel. But I'm sure if that man didn't want to send Dr. ZA money, it means he r
"Wow, you look handsome," said Amma as the girl appeared in front of Dim-Dim's apartment door in the afternoon.Dim-Dim awkwardly chuckled as he ran his fingers through his damp hair, overly gelled. "Yeah, we're meeting your grandfather, right? I have to look neat."Amma stopped in front of Dim-Dim, placing her hands on both of his shoulders. She stared at Dim-Dim's eyes, their faces just inches apart."We're going to investigate my grandfather, right? We'll uncover the truth. I'll help you as best as I can," she said seriously, and Dim-Dim's heart instantly melted."But we'll be meeting your family. In my real form. I'm so nervous," Dim-Dim whispered. The truth of his words reflected in his vulnerable expression. "I want to meet him at my best. I want to show him my best side. I don't expect him to be impressed with me, but at least I hope he isn't worried that I'm the one with you now," Dim-Dim confessed honestly.Amma smiled softly. "Well then, I'll pray for your success," she said
Amma found herself unable to refuse her grandfather's lunch invitation, so she accepted it and they calmly had lunch together for a while.Dim-Dim, for the first time, felt empty. He yearned for justice. He desired justice. But it turned out that so many people benefited from Dr. ZA's created monsters, who requested that monsters be mass-produced, and now he didn't know whom to blame."Perhaps you should let this go and accept it," said Amma. And reluctantly, Dim-Dim agreed to the suggestion.Dr. ZA had already been sentenced to death, and life went on as normal. Venators and Illicitors continued to hunt down the remaining monsters across various parts of the world, and the number of creatures left was now very few. Eventually, the world returned to normal, and becoming a Venator was no longer a job that everyone could achieve.Dim-Dim graduated from college at the end of February, and after that, he quit his job as an Illicitor and started spending more time with his girlfriend, Amma