"That’s the main reason why we were here and being held by the police."Karel's shocking admission hung heavily in the dimly lit dining room, freezing the air around them. The room, which had moments ago been filled with tension and uncertainty, now crackled with a different kind of energy—an eerie mix of disbelief and resignation.The executives, including Dr. Lou, Sarah, and Alan, sat in their old wooden chairs, their faces reflecting a spectrum of emotions. It was evident that they didn’t expect that Karel would reveal the truth so easily. Even Greg, too, couldn't help but be shocked since he didn’t expect that Karel would confess so readily."However, that was our initial plan before all of this happened,” Karel said, making Greg frown."Initial plan?" Greg frowned. "What do you mean by initial plan?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.Karel sighed again, a heavy sound filled with the weight of their dark intentions. He began to explain, his voice low as if revealing a sinister secre
As Karel was on the brink of revealing the name of the person who had asked them to murder the elderly, the door to the victim room swung open abruptly. The officer guard, who had been watching them closely, stepped in. His stern expression indicated that something had occurred that required immediate attention."Excuse me, but I'm afraid you both need to leave the victim's room," the officer guard stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We're conducting further investigations in here, and it's best if you're not present during this process."Greg raised an eyebrow, his curiosity about Karel's revelation still burning. He was about to protest or find a way to continue the conversation when Rika discreetly patted him on the back. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, "Greg, the police are watching us closely. We should comply with their request for now. We can find another opportunity to talk to the executives later."Greg turned his attention toward the pol
As Rika walked through the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoed softly against the aged linoleum floor. Silence wrapped around her like a shroud, interrupted only by the hushed conversations of detectives and the occasional flash of a camera. As she turned a corner, she saw Lieutenant Sol just exiting one of the apartment rooms that seemed to be an operating room."Okay, make sure that Jim's new job was changed to that one. And as for the guard entrance job… Let's just give the chance to Louis. Tell him to stop recapping the accident and guard the entrance although I doubt it since he's quite a wimp," the lieutenant said, his voice low and authoritative."YES, SIR!" the subordinate replied crisply before hurrying off to carry out his orders.Lieutenant Sol closed the door to the apartment operating room, his gaze scanning the dimly lit hallway. He noticed Rika walking alone in his direction and approached her."Ah, Rika," the lieutenant greeted her, his tone polite yet slightly c
Greg furrowed his brows in confusion as he heard Dylan’s words. Getting drunk yesterday? How come they got drunk yesterday, and made a scene here? Didn't they already go back to Havenwood when that happened?But then, Greg caught Dylan’s gesture which was none other but a subtle touch to his shoulder and a discreet wink. And Greg remembers that Dylan once did that gesture when he wanted Greg to lie to the teacher when Dylan was late for class!Realizing that code, Greg immediately put a shock expression as he decided to tag along. “Wait, what?! Did you say that we were drunk yesterday? Oh my… I forgot about that, sorry… sorry… I must have been really out cold yesterday!” Greg said, feigning a shocked expression which made Dylan chuckle."Haha, that’s alright. It’s understandable. After all, you were pretty sad yesterday that you hallucinated seeing Mrs. Millen, your grumpy neighbor in the hallway!” Dylan laughed heartily before turning his attention to the elderly lady. “Anyway, spe
Days had passed since the unsettling events at the apartment complex, and now life seemed to have returned to its usual rhythm. The tension that previously had gripped the whole North Struggl was now nothing but a distant memory as the police who was try hard to keep silence, now give a shocking conclusion: Mrs. Jill, the elderly owner of the apartment complex was found guilty.The news of course sent shockwaves through the community. Nobody had expected that a frail old lady like her could be a blood cold murderer. The revelation had everyone talking, and soon, the executives who had once been the prime suspects faded into the background. People were too busy pondering how an elderly woman could commit such a gruesome act, where she had acquired the deadly acid, and if she had acted alone. However, beneath all these questions, a deeper mystery gnawed at the minds of the residents.Why had Mrs. Jill placed the 'F' keychain in the victim's mouth? Did it hold some hidden meaning, per
At the rooftop of an abandoned building.A lone figure with secretary outfit were stood on one of North Struggl’s abandoned building. Her slim figure leaned against the rooftop’s rusty railing and her tapered finger tapping the edge of a cigarette as she surveyed the streets below.‘So this is how he feels when seeing the scene from up here, huh? Well, it’s kind of surreal. Funny to think, how someone like me and him, who’s always looked up to the sky, now find themselves looking down. I can even look down easily on countless wealthy people from up here,’ she mused, a wistful smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she laughed at her own thoughts.“Stupid rich people,” the secretary girl muttered as she exhaled another smoke and blew it freely as if she made another gray cloud on the blue sky. ‘Tsk, my smoke is even more pretty than those stupid clouds.’ she thought.Then, as the secretary girl continued to smoke, suddenly, the door to the rooftop suddenly creaked open, disrupting
Greg stood outside the bustling Wcdonalds, one of the famous fast food restaurants in North Struggl with his eyes wide with amazement. In all the years he'd been passing by this fast-food restaurant, he had never witnessed such a spectacle. The line of customers seemed endless, snaking out the door and curving around like a twisting serpent.“What the… What’s going on?” Greg mused aloud as he observed the chaotic scene. “Why are so many people lining up here? They're all lined up like a serpent, and it's even stretching outside the store. Somehow, it’s kinda remind me with something out of Gongebob cartoons that Griffin used to watch!"Feeling a curiosity to get the better of him, Greg decides to lean closer, wanting to get a better view. As a businessman he was, Greg couldn’t help but wonder, what could have caused such a frenzy in this already famous fast food restaurant. Then, as Greg focused his attention on the entrance, he spotted a light banner with GONSHIN IMPACT, written in
Greg, still savoring the tranquility of Mr. Tan's noodle shop, had his serenity abruptly shattered by the sound of a loud clash followed by a waitress's scream. He blinked, a tinge of annoyance creeping into his expression. "What is that commotion?" he mused, glancing around the cozy interior. The peaceful atmosphere had been disrupted.His mind raced back to a similar scene not too long ago, a memory from the deceased old man's visit, when he had made a ruckus just because he wanted free noodles. Then another clash echoed, and this time, it was accompanied with Mr. Tan's exasperated scream!Couldn't ignore it any longer, Greg sighed as he stood up from his seat to investigate the latest disturbance..As Greg approached the source of the disturbance, he spotted a teenage boy in shabby clothes, unmistakably a villager. The boy held a chair high above his head, threatening to throw it at Mr. Tan, who stood behind the counter, clearly taken aback. The waitress, on the other hand, had s
At The Faith's Company.The imposing wooden door of Charles Faith's office had a distinct rhythm as it received three sharp knocks, echoing through the hushed corridor."Come in."The door swung open, and his impeccably dressed secretary entered with a respectful bow. She carried a folder and a map, her demeanor exuding professionalism."Good morning, Mr. Faith," she greeted. "I just wanted to inform you that the Faith Company's market is experiencing rapid growth. The score was higher than last month, and the number held a new sales record for our company, so our marketing team decided to set a higher score so that we can achieve higher success. Charles Faith, seated behind his polished mahogany desk, was engrossed in reviewing a stack of documents. He glanced up from his work, intrigued by the news."Oh really? Is that so?" he inquired, his piercing gaze focused on the secretary. Then, with a calculated curiosity, he asked, "And how is Von Ritcher doing? Have we surpassed them, and
Months had passed since the chilling night at Bluebell Inn, and the air of uncertainty still clung to Greg. The events that unfolded during the banquet remained etched in his memory, and the questions surrounding Griffin and Behav's secrets continued to haunt him. [Breaking news flashed on the screen, interrupting the usual morning routine. "In a shocking turn of events, it has been months since the youngest heir of Von Ritcher, Griffin Von Ritcher, died mysteriously of poisoning and now, another blow has struck the Von Ritcher family as one of their main subsidiary companies, Behav, has been revealed to have been hiding a significant secret. The company was linked to the water disposal incident from Bluebell years ago, a scandal that has sent shockwaves through the corporate world and---"PIP!] "Another day, and the news seems unending, huh?" Greg mused as he stared at the blank screen. CKLEK!“Hey, Greg. Sorry for bothering you, but I just want to remind you that minutes from n
Greg's thoughts swirled with uncertainty, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. And just as he was wrestling with the question of how to navigate the unexpected presence of Griffin and Mara, a sudden knock at the door disrupted his contemplation. It was one of Bluebell Inn's servants."Good afternoon," the inn servant began, "I'm sorry for bothering you, but I wanted to remind you that the banquet is now available, and you are welcome to join if you wish."Greg nodded, acknowledging the information. "Thank you. We'll head to the banquet shortly."As the servant left, Dylan turned to Greg. "Looks like the banquet is already open. Shall we go now?" he asked, and Greg nodded."Sure. Let’s head to the banquet," he said.+++TIME SKIPAs they had arrived at the banquet, the room was already full with the executives.The room was adorned with elegant decorations, giving it the air of an official gathering rather than a simple dinner."Wow... the banquet is quite full," Dylan
As Greg continued to ponder the familiarity of the bag, Alan's voice abruptly brought him back to the present.“Hey, Greg. I’ve been searching for you everywhere," Alan said with a friendly smile. "We need to get inside the lab building. Everyone's already gathered inside since Mr. Smith has already arrived.""Alright, I'll come in," Greg said, as he followed Alan.Inside the Old Behav Lab Building...Greg stepped into the old Behav lab building and found that everyone had already gathered inside. The room buzzed with whispered conversations as the executives engaged in hushed discussions. There was a certain nostalgia in the air, a reminder that many of them had started their careers in this old abandoned lab when they were young scholars. Some of the executives were reminiscing about the past, discussing their memories of working in this very building."Everyone must be feeling nostalgic, considering it's been a long time since they set foot in here," Greg mused as he observed thei
The morning sun bathed the Bluebell Inn in warm, golden light as the executives of Behav Industries enjoyed a grand breakfast. As everyone was eating, Greg, who was sitting on the corner couldn't help but observe Jason, who was now sitting at a table, laughing heartily with Bradley. It was a stark contrast to his furious demeanor just the day before. "Hm, that was weird, how come Jason suddenly changed his mind in one day? Wasn't he still angry yesterday?" Greg mused as he silently drank his coffee."Is Bradley perhaps saying something to him? He must have said something to Jason since he was still mad yesterday. "What did Bradley say that managed to change Jason's mind in one da—” "Hoh, newbie, so you're joining our trip to the lab, huh? What did you say to Karel that made him suddenly let you? You didn't tell what Dr.Lou tells right?" Greg, who heard someone call his name, shifted his gaze and he immediately met with Alan's smiley face. Returning his smile, Greg said, "Nah
Greg now stared in disbelief at the sight before him. Under the bed, there was…“Dylan?” Greg exclaimed, his voice betraying his astonishment as he looked at his subordinate who grinned mischievously before slowly getting up from his hiding place."Hey, Greg," Dylan greeted with a smirk. "Phew, I was relieved to no longer be down there. It's pretty dirty under the bed."Greg scoffed, still bewildered by Dylan's sudden appearance. "Weren't you just out with your belongings minutes ago?"Dylan chuckled as he brushed off some dust from his clothes. “Well, about that… Let’s just say, I didn’t really go out since I was kinda curious about what you and Karel are about to discuss so I decided to eavesdrop for a while before going back to Maria and the teen room,” said Dylan, making Greg roll his eyes.“Anyway, Greg, about Karel’s question…” Dylan's grin faded, and his expression turned serious. "It was strange, don't you think? Like, why would he suddenly ask about Bradley and forgiveness? I
BRAK!The suite room's door swung open, and Karel stepped inside, his eyes scanning the spacious and luxurious surroundings. "Oh, so this is the room, huh? It's pretty big," Karel remarked as he began placing his belongings on the floor. "It's almost as big as the city's hotel suite room. Bluebell Inn should try to advertise more about this place. It'll definitely elevate their income."Greg followed Karel into the room, placing Karel's other belongings beside his own. "Well, yeah, I agree with you. Bluebell should try to advertise this place more" Greg replied, keeping his tone casual. 'Tsk, how come he and Dylan had the same thought?' Greg mused.Karel continued his assessment of the room. "And also, I think they need to fix the connection too. You know, even though this is an inn based in nature, this world is already modern, so Wi-Fi and a good connection have become primary needs, just like food and drink."“Yeah, I agree with you,” Greg briefly said.As they settled into the ro
Karel sighed as he heard what the receptionist said, his mind racing to find a solution to his predicament. "Hmm… So the only option that's available is just an extra bed, huh?" Karel said, a hint of frustration in his voice. The receptionist nodded, her eyes sympathetic.“Yes, sir, the only option available right now is the extra bed. But don’t worry, even though you'll be sleeping on an extra bed, we will give you a free breakfast as our apology for any discomfort you might experience—”As the receptionist talked about the inn's apologetic service, Karel, on the other hand, fell silent as he contemplated this option. Sharing a room with the executives wasn't his idea of a peaceful night's sleep given his personality as a picky person who had zero tolerance to someone else's habit."Hm… who should I sleep with? Alan and Mr. Anderson, or Dr. Lou?" Karel thought as pondered about the sleeping candidate. "It will be troublesome if I sleep with Alan and Mr. Anderson remembering how talka
"I know that exposing the lab and Bradley's activities will tarnish the company's reputation, but seriously, destroying Behav... Should we really just stay silent and let them do it?"***The tension in the room was palpable as Greg and Dylan exchanged thoughts about the executives' plan to expose Behav. Greg's brow furrowed as he considered Dylan's words, the weight of their conversation sinking in before saying, "Well, yeah. I guess so...?" Greg said, raising an eyebrow. "I mean...Why should we stop them? Just like what you said, by exposing the company, it will automatically tarnish its reputation. So what's the difference with letting the executives do that instead? Won't it be good since it didn't dirty our hands?"Greg asked, and Dylan nodded thoughtfully as he acknowledged the validity of Greg's points."Well, you're not wrong about that," Dylan admitted before continuing, "However, our purpose is different from theirs Greg. Our purpose in revealing Behav's illicit activities