When Samantha, a kind woman with an odd and mysterious past, disappeared; everyone thought she has been abducted and murdered. However, in the process of unravelling her past, Kathleen: Samantha's best friend, together with her friends, found out the truth behind her disappearance. Before the team could even articulate an effective plan on how to get her back, she peculiarly appeared before them—or did she?
View More“We clearly severed all ties long ago. Why is he still meddling in my affairs?”Takumi's voice was sharp, laced with an unmistakable irritation, as he slammed a hand down onto the round table between them. The sound resonated through the quiet room, highlighting the tension that had hung since Tomoya arrived. After his strange encounter with Rener, Tomoya had come to Takumi without delay to relay the archdemon’s unexpected proposition. Now, sitting across from his brother, he could see Takumi’s simmering resentment—a bitterness that seemed to have settled within him long ago.Tomoya managed a wry smile. “I’d never know his true intentions,” he replied with a hint of sarcasm, leaning back in his chair. “But, whatever his motives are, we both know he genuinely cared for you once.” His tone softened as he finished, a subtle reminder of the past that even demons cannot erase.Takumi froze, the sarcasm seeping from his own expression, replaced by something harder to decipher. His gaze fli
Rener remained standing, merely raising a hand in polite refusal. “No need,” he said, his voice a low resonance that seemed to echo off the walls. “I’m only here for a little pep talk.” “Pep talk?” Tomoya raised a brow, feigning confusion even as his mind raced, grasping for the direction of the conversation. He knew all too well that Rener rarely appeared without purpose, and his visit now only served to confirm Tomoya’s darkest suspicions. “What for?” he asked, his tone guarded. “And in case you’re here to see Takumi-niisan, he’s out.” Rener shook his head slowly, his expression unchanging. “No,” he replied, his gaze sharp, “I came to speak with you personally.” Tomoya’s guard rose, and he decided to press forward before Rener could steer the conversation further. “If you’re here to convince me to stop nii-san from opening the portal, you’ll be disappointed,” he said, his voice cool but unyielding. “Even if you’ve claimed his heart, his connection with Agatha can neve
In the cool, dim light of the police precinct’s entrance, Tomoya felt his nerves on edge, the weight of his recent discovery bearing down on him. The information he’d unearthed in the police database had made it painfully clear—Jess was no ordinary woman, and her connection to the Takahashi case was undeniable. Though his heart raced with the excitement of finally untangling some of the puzzle, his mind buzzed with the complications this revelation brought. He was drawn here, to this place, by an undeniable urge to confront Jess, yet as he crossed the threshold, he saw no familiar faces among the precinct’s busy, bustling crowd. No sign of Zach, Esmeralda, or anyone else he’d anticipated seeing. It was strange, but he felt a pull towards Dryzza, the detective whose skill had uncovered pivotal elements of the Takahashi case. Her name had popped up so often in his search that he felt almost as though he knew her—though not a face in the precinct was familiar to him. He hadn’t
The afternoon had settled into an unsettling quiet. The wind brushed gently, yet coldly, across the cityscape, weaving through empty alleyways and rustling through bare branches as though whispering secrets. The sky was cast in a muted gray, thick clouds obscuring any hint of sunlight and casting shadows across the streets. Distant sounds, a dog barking, a faint siren, echoed faintly and faded as quickly as they came, amplifying the eerie stillness. It was the kind of day where time seemed to pause, hanging heavy with an inexplicable weight, as if something significant were lurking just beyond the silence. From his vantage point on the hospital rooftop, Tomoya watched Esmeralda and Zach as they departed, their figures gradually disappearing into the distance. They had come, as Tomoya knew they would, to speak to Takumi, hoping he might grant them access to the ruins of the Takahashi manor. But as expected, Takumi had refused, his response curt and his demeanor wary. The weight
The stillness in the office was unsettling. Dryzza, Sai, and Esmeralda sat in their usual places, surrounded by the hum of electronics and the soft, indifferent ticking of the wall clock. Yet, despite the familiarity of the environment, everything felt different. Hours had passed since they had returned from the Takahashi manor, but the enormity of what they had encountered weighed down the room, lingering in the corners of their minds like an unspoken truth. It was already 8 in the morning, and the sunlight now filtered through the blinds, casting sharp shadows across their desks. But the brightness outside stood in stark contrast to the dark, unyielding silence that filled the room. None of them had spoken since their return. The quiet between them wasn’t simply a pause; it was a protective buffer, a space that allowed each to process the profound implications of the night’s events. Dryzza, usually quick to process and act, found herself staring blankly at her desk, the sig
Dryzza took a deep breath, her hand subtly signaling Esmeralda and Sai to lower their guard. She could sense the tension, the uncertainty, and yet there was an air of inevitability about the encounter with Tomoya. “How did you know we’d be here?” she asked, her voice calm but probing. “Perhaps, did the mistress...?” She let her sentence trail off deliberately, hoping Tomoya would fill in the gaps, but he simply shrugged nonchalantly."She didn’t. Besides, she's already long dead," Tomoya said, his tone casual as though this confrontation were nothing out of the ordinary. "I figured it out a long time ago." The subtle irony in his voice wasn’t lost on Dryzza. So, Tomoya had anticipated this, or at least some version of it. She narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing his calm demeanor. If he had known, why hadn’t he intervened earlier? Why had he left them to struggle, to piece together the mystery of the grimoire without even a hint of guidance?"You knew all along that I’d be the one to fi
“Can you explain what's going on, please? Or are you going insane?” Sai's tone was laced with a mixture of irritation and disbelief as he and Esmeralda trailed after Dryzza through the current state of the manor—crumbling walls, shattered furniture, and debris littered everywhere, remnants of a forgotten past. “I don't have time to explain every detail, but I know how to find the grimoire,” Dryzza replied tersely, her focus unwavering as she began to sift through the scattered remnants of the manor with one hand, while her other extended the ruby necklace forward, flashlight in hand, as though it might illuminate the path to the grimoire. “Oh, wow!” Sai scoffed, the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable. “Just what we need, a necklace to guide us. Brilliant.” His irritation was palpable; he seemed less relieved about Dryzza’s newfound confidence than frustrated by the urgency of the situation. Dryzza mentally noted Sai’s dismissive tone, but she couldn’t afford to let it distract he
"These grandchildren... would you happen to know their names?" Dryzza ventured, her gaze fixed on the grimoire resting on the mistress’s lap. Despite her concentration, the grimoire remained elusive to her mind, its pages barely visible as if teasing her imagination to construct its appearance before she could fully comprehend it. The mistress might be even doing on purpose. A test? Who'd know? Definitely not her. She felt a pull toward it, as though the secrets contained within were playing tricks on her senses, demanding her attention even as the conversation continued. "I most certainly do," the mistress replied after a moment’s pause, her voice calm, almost nonchalant, as if the matter were of no great consequence to her. Yet, Dryzza sensed a deeper tension beneath her composed exterior. "Samantha and Agatha, was it?" The mistress’s smile was faint as her fingers traced invisible patterns across the grimoire’s pages, her attention briefly drifting before she turned her e
Dryzza's entire being tightened, the sudden exposure of her cover a shock to her senses. The mistress had seen through her façade effortlessly, as though Dryzza’s attempts to blend in had been mere child’s play. Now, seated across from her, Dryzza carefully examined the woman’s features. There was an unsettling familiarity, though the specifics eluded her. Slowly, it became clear: this was not the individual from Samantha's files. The resemblance was undeniable, yet it raised more questions than answers, deepening Dryzza's uncertainty about the path ahead. This woman wasn’t a stranger, but rather someone connected by blood, someone woven into the same familial web Dryzza had been trying to untangle in Samantha's case which she can now connect with the Takahashi case. The realization heightened her sense of vulnerability. She wasn’t just facing an adversary; she was facing someone who, by lineage, had a right to be involved in this delicate matter. The silence between them
In the hushed stillness of the cemetery, Samantha whispered softly to the gravestones before her, her voice barely above a murmur. "Hey, mom, dad. It’s been a while," she began, her breath hitching as she leaned down to place a bouquet of tulips, a feeble offering to the memory of her estranged parents. As she traced the letters of their names etched in stone, Samantha's fingers brushed away the accumulated dust, revealing the cold permanence of their absence. "Daniel Brown, Josefina Brown," she recited, her eyes flickering to the identification card hanging from her white coat. "Samantha Shane Andersen," she added with a bitter laugh. "Twenty years later, and I still can’t comprehend how you could despise your own flesh and blood." A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she gestured to her ID. "Look at me now, mom, dad. I'm a licensed psychiatrist," she choked out between soft sobs. "I have the career you always wanted for me. I even have my own office, soon to be filled with comforts rem
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