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 reminiscent of home." Her lips tightened into a thin line as she continued, her voice tinged with a mix of longing and resentment. "Am I worthy of your love now?" The wind seemed to echo her sorrow, brushing against her back with a haunting tenderness. Samantha, ever the solitary figure, concealed her loneliness behind a facade of icy detachment, even from her closest confidant. But then, with a resigned shake of her head, she dismissed the notion. "Forget it," she murmured bitterly. "You're not here to witness my achievements anyway. You probably wouldn't even acknowledge them, even if you were." Her voice fell to a whisper as her gaze drifted to the scars on her wrists, lingering remnants of the abuse she had endured at the hands of her parents, who blamed her for the disappearance of her twin sister. Agatha Shye Brown was the epitome of perfection—a daughter any couple would be proud to call their own. With her striking beauty, intelligence, kindness, talents, and impeccable sense of responsibility, she embodied every desirable trait imaginable. On the flip side of the coin was Samantha Shane Brown, whose surname had been changed to Andersen by her own parents following Agatha's disappearance. Despite being twins, Samantha paled in comparison to her sister. She felt inadequate, constantly reminded by her parents of her supposed shortcomings—lacking in intelligence, attractiveness, and talent. Despite her efforts to bridge the gap, she could never measure up to Agatha's standard. Though she managed to complete college with the support of her friends, her parents were tragically killed in a car accident on the day of her graduation, robbing her of the chance to prove herself to them. With a thin smile, Samantha turned on her heels towards her car, where a black motorcycle was parked behind it. The helmeted rider removed his headgear, revealing the slightly maddened expression of her boyfriend, Scott. "You left me again!" he exclaimed, his lips twitching in dismay. "No, I didn't," Samantha replied in a monotone. "I made it clear for you to be in my office at exactly 4 PM or forget it. Have I not been clear enough?" She attempted to enter her car without further explanation, but Scott caught her arm just in time. "Why are you always so mean?" he queried. Samantha arched a brow, assessing him with a cool gaze. "We're only two months into this relationship, Scott. Don't expect to have me all figured out yet." "Don't 'Scott' me, missy!" Scott retorted, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "It should be 'babe'. And may I remind you, miss Andersen, we've been dating for six months. SIX. SOLID. MONTHS!" he emphasized. Caught off guard by his playful demeanor, Samantha couldn't help but smile inwardly. She closed her eyes briefly to collect herself before letting out an exasperated sigh. "I'm sorry. I-I'm just really tired from work," she admitted. "I know," Scott said softly, enveloping her in a hug. "Just let me know if you need help. I'll be there for you." Samantha looked up at her boyfriend's earnest expression. "Really?" she asked, her smile widening. "Of course," Scott replied, returning her smile. "Anything for you, babe." "Anything, huh?" Samantha's grin turned mischievous, causing Scott to blink in realization. "You're not going to make me analyze your patients' problems, are you? Because, you know, I'm a chef," he joked, earning a chuckle from Samantha. "You're so damn judgmental!" Samantha's lips pressed into a thin line. "I was just imagining you cooking my favorite foods." "Hahaha, I know... I know!" They made their way to Samantha's house, and shortly after their arrival, Kathleen, Samantha's best friend, called to ask if she and her boyfriend could come to visit. Samantha agreed, and Scott also invited some of their mutual friends to join in. As they settled on the couch near the balcony, waiting for their guests to arrive, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The full moon rose in the sky, illuminating the evening with its gentle light. Samantha wrapped her arms around Scott's waist and rested her head on his shoulder. "Babe?" Scott's breath tickled Samantha's wavy hair. "Yeah?" she murmured. "Don't you have any plans to sell this house?" Scott's question caused a muscle in Samantha's jaw to tighten, prompting him to lean back slightly. "Why would I?" Samantha replied, her tone guarded. "I-I mean... it's getting pretty old, and don't you want to start a new life somewhere?" Scott whispered, his gaze drifting from her to the fiery sky. "You know... with me." Samantha hesitated. "You know I can't leave this place, babe." "But why?" Scott's voice rose, catching Samantha off guard. She pulled away from him, a flicker of hurt crossing her features. "I-I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to," Scott stammered. Samantha gave him a bitter smile and looked away. "I thought I made it clear." "I know, but I just can't seem to understand. I'm your boyfriend, Sam. You know you can tell me everything. Asking for help sometimes doesn’t hurt." "I wanted to tell you everything, I really did. But now's not the right time. Eventually, you'll find out why," Samantha's voice softened with each word, and Scott's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Yeah, whatever, babe! I'll just wait for that time then. Just come back here," he said, pulling her into a tight hug. "I love you so much, even if sometimes I really can't understand you," he chuckled. "Is that even a good thing?" Samantha teased. "Hmm..." Scott paused, tapping his chin as if in deep thought. "Whatever, Scottttttt," Samantha replied, playfully pushing him down on the couch and attempting to tickle him, but he skillfully blocked all her attacks. "Oh, woah! So, this is what you want, eh?" Samantha gasped as he suddenly grabbed her hand and forcefully switched their positions, pinning her down with his weight on her thighs, rendering her immobile to his next moves. "How dare you do this to your girlfriend?" she shrieked, attempting to free herself from his grasp, but to no avail. She felt like David trying to take down Goliath. "Oh, ho ho!" he taunted. "Don’t be such a crybaby and accept your defeat, my little princess! Samantha, 2. Scott, 5!" "Mine's 3, you jerk!" she corrected sarcastically. "So, you want it the hard way?" "Dare me!" he grinned. Samantha stared at him for a moment, closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them with the sweetest smile. "This David will never lose," she thought to herself. Suddenly, Scott's expression darkened in horror. "Don't use that on me. That's technically cheating!" "What are you talking about, babe?" she moved closer, her breath brushing against his neck. Scott raised his hands in defeat. "I told you, mine’s three ahahahha!" Samantha chortled, leaving him with squinted eyes. "Who told you, you already won?" But before Scott could respond, he grinned and roughly pinned both of her hands above her head. "Hey!" Samantha protested, struggling against his grip, but he was too strong. "What the hell are you doing?!" she groaned. "Doing it the hard way?" he teased. "Uhhh––hell no!" They froze in place, their attention turning to the pale figure standing in the corner beside a man. "Ah... s-should we just leave?" Christian stuttered, fidgeting beside his girlfriend. "Y-You shouldn’t have left the door o-open, goddamnit!" "Oh!" Samantha quickly pushed Scott away and innocently stood up. "T-That was nothing! We were only fighting. You know––forget everything!" she exclaimed, her voice almost a shout, sounding somewhat eccentric. "Hmm... Sure," Kathleen's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Samantha sheepishly turned towards Scott, who was trying to suppress his laughter. "HA HA! Get up, lad!" Samantha's mouth formed a grim line. "You still have to cook us dinner." "We! We will cook us dinner," Scott corrected. "This is your home, lass, and I’m a visitor. You should be the one preparing—" he paused when Samantha shot him a glare. "Perhaps, it would be very sweet of me if I do it, so I will," he concluded, causing Christian and Kathleen to laugh. "You look really terrified of this small bean, huh?" Scott's eyes crinkled with amusement, but he didn't smile as he looked at Christian blandly. "That's how things should be, or else I'm done for. C’mon!" They headed towards the kitchen, both skilled chefs in their own right. Meanwhile, the others arrived: Kaiser, Kim, and her boyfriend, Junel; Scott's closest cousin. "So, tell us," Kim suddenly sounded nosy as she sat beside Samantha. "Did something happen between the two of you already?" "God, Kim! Why do you have to blurt it out like that?" Samantha's face flushed. "We’re not that kind of couple; you know that." "What’s so wrong about that? You two are already of the right age anyway," Kathleen chimed in, making herself comfortable on the other side of the couch where Sam and Kim were seated. "I cannot argue with that nor can I complain," Samantha said with a bitter laugh. "Scott is a man and he has his needs, but I can’t compromise my beliefs in a relationship I'm not even sure will last." Truly, Samantha grew up in an extremely conservative family, and having an intimate relationship outside of marriage would likely be discouraged by her family. She's just thankful Scott understood her principles. Besides, he already has a seven-year-old daughter with one of his former girlfriends. She thought he doesn't need a child from her anymore. “Dinner’s ready, you piece of shits!” Junel called out from the kitchen. “Call us that again and you'll sleep outside when we get home,” Kim warned, their banter followed by laughter from their direction. Kim and Junel had been living together for years now with their seven-month-old daughter, as had Kathleen and Christian, though they still didn't have any plans of having a child yet. Kaiser, on the other hand, also had a girlfriend, but she wasn't too close to the group and rarely joined them. They went to the kitchen to have dinner and then returned to the dining room to watch movies and have fun drinking. Everything was fun and games until Kathleen started talking. “How about...” Kathleen's eyes squinted as she raised a glassful of Spider’s Kiss. “We play a game.” “Game, like what?” Junel asked. “Spin the bottle?” Kim suggested, eyeing the drink in Kathleen’s glass. “Stop being old school, Kim!” Kathleen chuckled. Samantha sighed, not interested in what Kathleen was proposing. She rested her head on Scott’s chest, closed her eyes, and felt his warm embrace—her home and downfall at the same time. “Do you want to go to bed now?” Scott's dandelion eyes met hers. “Hmm...” she shook her head as she absentmindedly rubbed the ruby necklace her mom gave her when she was three. “I have work tomorrow, so I want to have quality time with you tonight.” He smiled and gave her a light kiss on her forehead. “We have all the time,” he whispered. “But I know you're tired. You need rest." Samantha was about to speak when Kathleen cut her off. “What about storytelling?” Kathleen suggested. "Starting with you, Shane. Just how much have you been keeping from me?" Kathleen’s words caught Samantha's attention, making her look at Kathleen inquisitively. Although feeling uncomfortable, Samantha smiled and shook her head. “Nothing much,” she muttered. “As a matter of fact, I am not hiding anything worth knowing.” She observed their curious gazes, her shoulders rising as she noticed their intense curiosity. “About what happened years ago––" “Hey!” Scott interjected, signaling Kaiser to stop. “Don't go there.” “Oh! C'mon, Shane!” Kathleen exclaimed. “We've been best friends for ten years. Why can't you bring yourself to tell me?!” Samantha stayed silent as Kathleen's voice echoed through the dark and old corridor of her spacious house. Everyone knew a page of Samantha's past, and it was indeed a nightmare, but she couldn't understand why time couldn't erase those memories from their minds. The ticking of the cuckoo clock near the entrance and their heavy breaths overpowered the movie’s intense noises. Samantha’s consciousness churned as she shot her best friend a glare. “What are you trying to say?” Samantha maintained a calm demeanor. “That you don’t trust me despite us being best friends?” Kathleen nudged her chest. “Don't you have any idea how that hurts me to see you suffering alone? I couldn't do anything because I don't know anything!” Samantha's lips formed a bitter line. “It’s not that I wouldn't tell you or any of you,” her eyes dropped to the creaking floor. “It's just that I couldn't.” As she raised her head, scenes flashed in her mind—things she had been trying to forget all this time. Samantha’s breath became shallow. She wanted to do more to defend herself from her friends’ curiosity and protect them from that curiosity. Her lips tightened with resolve. She had to warn them before it’s too late. “The heart that has been composed of broken hopes and empty promises will make you all live the life she has if you wish to unfold the truth behind the past."Kathleen slammed the car door with a ferocity that made Christian wince. "Best friend for ten years, my ass!" she hissed, crossing her arms and seething with barely contained rage. Christian followed her into the car, his frustration evident as he settled into the driver's seat. "Why did you storm out?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm, but the disbelief in Kathleen's eyes cut through him like a knife. "And you're taking her side?" she spat, her voice trembling with anger. "This isn't about sides," he sighed, trying to placate her. "I'll always take your side no matter what, but this is about respect and boundaries. Samantha's still haunted by her past. Give her time. She'll open up when she's ready." Kathleen's fury only grew. "Ten years isn't enough time? And obviously, you are taking her side." "I'm not!" Christian protested, rolling his eyes. "You're her best friend. You're supposed to understand. She has every right to keep her secrets." Kathleen scoffed. "Yeah, whate
"After she left, I started hearing this voice inside my head, doctor! I-I know you told me not to listen to them, but it’s so hard. What should I do now?" Samantha hummed thoughtfully as she jotted down key points from her patient's account. Setting her pen aside, she regarded him with a calm, professional demeanor. “Last time you were here, Mr. Rito, you spoke about your friend Bryan, who lives under your bed. Do you remember?” The young boy nodded cautiously. “And then there’s your girlfriend, Dessa, who resides inside the mirror in your room,” she continued. He nodded again. “And the mysterious tall man who appears suddenly, anytime and anywhere?” He looked at her unsteadily, his eyes darting around the room. Samantha took a deep breath and glanced at the boy’s mother, who was staring at her son with a mix of disbelief and distress. It was her first time accompanying him to the clinic, and the revelation was clearly overwhelming. “I have conducted extensive tests on your son, M
“Why didn't you tell me?” Scott sounded rather pissed. “I was waiting for you to tell me yourself. The baby is on its fifth month and we’ve been together more than that.” Scott stared at her for couple of seconds and then looked down when he realized he could no longer hide his lies from her anymore. “I didn't know she’s pregnant.” “Pregnant or not, the point here is you cheated, you son of a bitch!” Samantha bit her lips, she didn’t mean to curse him, but her anger has gone to rage. “I am Karma, no need for you to curse me,” he muttered and looked back at her in a very different aura. “If you can't forgive me then it’s fine. I don’t need you to anyway.” Samantha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She even refused to believe that it’s Scott she’s talking to; seems like a whole different person. “I don’t want to say something that could hurt you that’s why I didn’t tell
Kathleen's eyes shifted to the crying face of her best friend. “What a-are you talking about?” Samantha’s tongue explored her frontal teeth. “He's been seeing his ex-girlfriend behind my back for quite some time now,” her voice broke into short sobs. “I made myself look stupid as I am certain he’d leave once he knew that I am already aware of what’s happening. She quickly wiped the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I thought he’d feel sorry for me—at least—for what he did, but no. He even tried to shift the blame on me,” her tongue folded on top of her mouth to stop herself from breaking into a loud cry. “All of them knew: Kim, Junel, and Kaiser, but none of them said a thing. I have been fooled.” Kathleen could only watch her best friend succumb in pain. “Why didn't you tell me?” “I just can’t acknowledge the fact that everyone I care for always ends up leaving me. I know he’s a jerk and I won’t mind making myself look st
Everything’s too dark. Kathleen caresses her hand on the cold and empty floor as she pushes herself up in one hand. “Where am I?” She asked as she watched everything around her in confusion. Her eyes squinted as a blinding light, from nowhere, hit her eyes. Furrows formed on her forehead when she suddenly found herself standing in a hall. She turned from corner to corner only to find out she’s in Samantha’s old house. “Hello?” She called to no one in particular—thus—no one answered either. Her heart started pounding; she could feel the muscles in her neck stiffen when the floor suddenly tilted from one side to another, but oddly enough, she’s still standing unmoved. She only stared into nothingness when a much brighter light struck from above leading towards the second floor of the house. She’s never been there before neither any of their friends; Samantha’s rules, and Kathleen wondered—what’s up there? She felt like a strong magnetic force is slowly pul
Kathleen only stared at Takumi who's eyeing his moon milk tea for almost five minutes now. He looks really dumbfounded and he’s not talking ever since they arrived at the coffee shop. She doesn't know what he’s up to either, but she has this hunch that he knows something—something related to Samantha’s disappearance. She cleared her throat to break his silence. His eyes bated and looked at her. “Well?” She finally decided to talk, crossing her arms. “What are you gonna tell me?” “Oh, y-yeah,” he looked back down and heaved a deep sigh. “I-I don’t know if you’re gonna believe me or not or will I make any sense but—I saw everything.” Kathleen’s brows met. “And when you say everything, everything like what?” “I talked to her before she left that day you two got into the accident. She has that weird aura surrounding her when she rushed inside the elevator and before it closed, I saw someone—no—something’s standing behind her.” Kathleen’s lips opened; she wanted to ask, but chose to l
Kathleen drives home after Takumi and her agreed to meet again tomorrow to seek help from someone he didn’t mention who. She has to call it a day and muster up her strength first.When her adrenaline faded, her body started aching all over. The wound on her head, that has been covered with plaster, started itching. She remained motionless throughout her travel until she reached home and found Christian and that son of a beast, talking in the balcony. She banged the car door the moment she stepped out and walked towards their direction. Scott smiled a little self-consciously by the time she stood straight in front of them, eyes nailed on him. “Love...” Christian mumbled but she signaled him to stop. “Lots of guts you got there,” she snarled hiding a totally inapt sneer. Scott stiffened. “I already knew what happened.” “Good for you. Now leave.”He frowned and came to a sudden decision. “I will look for her as well and y
"So, you’re really here?”“Clearly.”“Who’s taking care of your woman?” “Kaiser.”Kathleen glanced at Scott’s motorcycle and back at him. She’s been hanging with the guy since the day he started dating Samantha but she really can’t stand his guts up until now. They locked eyes for a moment until they realized it was a stupid thing to do. “Where’s Christian?” He asked. “Already gone to work. We need an early start. We better get going,” Kathleen snorted. “Perhaps we should.” Kathleen closed the gate and made her way to her car. Takumi will be waiting at the shop around the same time. She offered to give him a ride since it’ll be handful if they travel apart. She left without waiting for Scott. He’ll catch up after all. *** Takumi shove his slender fingers at the back of his neck as he was stealing glances at Scott who’s sitting a table away from them. “So, you really decide
The morning erupted in chaos before Samantha even had a chance to process where she was. The muffled sound of a ringing phone reverberated through Tomoya’s small apartment, followed by the sharp clatter of something being knocked over. From the kitchen, the scent of burnt coffee mixed with the faint tang of disinfectant, remnants of whatever frantic cleaning had taken place the night before. She sat on the worn-out couch, her fingers curling around the fabric of Tomoya’s blanket draped over her lap. Her mind was sluggish, heavy with exhaustion, yet confusion gnawed at her. Why was she here? Why Tomoya’s apartment, of all places? If Takumi wanted to keep her safe, wouldn’t Kathleen’s home have been a more logical choice? Kathleen would have welcomed her without hesitation. But instead, she had woken up to Tomoya pacing the small living room, muttering to himself, his laptop glowing with lines of code she couldn’t decipher. Samantha’s pulse quickened as she tried to recall the las
The stillness of the Takahashi estate lingered in the air like a suffocating fog, broken only by the hurried footsteps of Anwar and Anthony as they dragged Gerald back inside. The young guard’s face was pale, his wide eyes darting around like a hunted animal. “I… I swear I didn’t mean to wander around,” Gerald stammered. “Something… something pulled me into the garden. I just… got lost.” Takumi’s sharp gaze pierced through him, but he said nothing, gesturing for Anwar and Anthony to continue their investigation. When they reached the surveillance room, the scene before them deepened the mystery. Two guards, barely conscious and bloodied, were slumped against the consoles. Their wounds weren’t life-threatening but told a tale of a brutal struggle. The air in the room was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the untouched monitors. “Junel,” one of the injured guards managed to rasp. “It… it was him. He attacked us out of nowhere… like he was possessed.” Anthon
"J-Junel! What’s going on? What are you doing?" Samantha’s voice cracked as fear tightened its grip on her throat. Her feet stumbled backward as Junel advanced with slow, deliberate steps, his shadow looming larger under the dim light. Samantha’s heart pounded wildly, her eyes flicking between the knife in his trembling hand and his face—blank, emotionless, and eerily pale. His movements were mechanical, devoid of humanity, as if he were a puppet pulled by unseen strings. "C-Cut it out, Junel!" she pleaded, her voice breaking into a desperate groan. "One more step, and I’ll scream! The guards—they’re right outside. I swear, I’ll sue you!" But Junel didn’t stop. His gaze, glassy and unfocused, passed through her as though she weren’t there. He moved with a haunting slowness, each step a deliberate march toward her. Samantha's stomach churned as she realized something was horribly wrong. This wasn’t Junel—at least not the Junel she knew. It was as if a stranger had stepped into
"You need what now?" Zach’s voice was sharp, though he leaned closer as if Takumi’s request was somehow a mistake he had misheard. Takumi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The words had been difficult enough to say the first time, but now he had to repeat himself. “Samantha’s belongings. The ones taken from her office and from her home for evidence after the incident.” Zach sat back in his chair, his expression shifting from disbelief to suspicion. “You’re kidding me. That’s highly restricted material. Chain of custody rules. You know I can’t just hand it over.” “I’m not asking you to hand anything over,” Takumi replied evenly. “I just need access. A chance to examine them.” “For what?” Zach asked, his tone laced with doubt. “You think her hairbrush or her diary is going to solve this mess?” “It’s not about the belongings themselves,” Takumi said, his voice calm but firm. “It’s about what they might reveal. Patterns, traces—clues that could explain what’s been happenin
The stillness of the Takahashi estate lingered in the air like a suffocating fog, broken only by the hurried footsteps of Anwar and Anthony as they dragged Gerald back inside. The young guard’s face was pale, his wide eyes darting around like a hunted animal. “I… I swear I didn’t mean to wander around,” Gerald stammered. “Something… something pulled me into the garden. I just… got lost.” Takumi’s sharp gaze pierced through him, but he said nothing, gesturing for Anwar and Anthony to continue their investigation. When they reached the surveillance room, the scene before them deepened the mystery. Two guards, barely conscious and bloodied, were slumped against the consoles. Their wounds weren’t life-threatening but told a tale of a brutal struggle. The air in the room was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the untouched monitors. “Junel,” one of the injured guards managed to rasp. “It… it was him. He attacked us out of nowhere… like he was possessed.” A
Outside, she cast a glance at Takumi’s butler, who stood rigidly by the car. “Not joining us, sir?” she called out with a casual edge.The butler smiled faintly. “I’ll wait here, detective.”Dryzza shrugged and headed into the station. Inside, she spotted Takumi seated at Zach’s desk, his posture deceptively relaxed but his eyes betraying an intensity that made her pause. Across the room, Sai was furiously dialing Zach’s number on the office phone.“Why’d you leave him out there?” Dryzza hissed as she slipped into the chair beside Sai.Sai glanced at her, lowering his voice. “He wasn’t saying much—just sitting there quietly. It’s unnerving.”Dryzza’s lips curved into a sly grin. “Sounds like a golden opportunity.” Without waiting for Sai’s protest, she strolled toward Takumi.She eased into the chair across from him, letting the silence stretch. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Takumi cut her off, his voice steady and deliberate.“I believe I was clear about who I wanted to see,
"Where are you heading this time, Dryz?" Sai's voice cut through the quiet night as he hastily followed Dryzza toward her car, his footsteps echoing against the pavement."Go back inside, Sai," she replied, her tone low and clipped, almost swallowed by the soft hum of the wind. She pulled open the car door with an air of finality, her movements precise and deliberate."Not until you tell me where you're planning to go," Sai groaned, quickly stepping in front of the car, blocking her path with arms spread wide. "Don't tell me you're going to storm into Dr. Takahashi's manor. We're set to search the place again tomorrow. Can't you just wait and stick to the process?"Dryzza's jaw tightened, her knuckles gripping the edge of the car door. "If we stick to the process, every step we take will already be anticipated," she countered, her voice sharp yet calm."And what will that accomplish?" Sai snapped, his frustration bleeding into his words. "Gathering evidence that can't even be used in
The room was steeped in silence, the kind that pressed against her ears and made her chest feel heavy. Samantha lay there, her eyes locked on the stark white ceiling. It loomed above her like a canvas begging for answers she couldn’t give. The darkness around her seemed alive, creeping into the edges of her thoughts, amplifying her confusion.The bed Takumi had lent her felt foreign—too soft, too pristine—yet it offered no comfort. Sleep was out of the question, as her mind churned relentlessly. Questions piled atop one another, their weight crushing her resolve. She refused to accept what they had told her. Every word they spoke felt like a carefully crafted lie, a puzzle with pieces that didn’t fit.The air in the room grew colder, or perhaps it was her imagination. Her fingers gripped the blanket as if it were the only tether to reality she had left. But even that felt insubstantial, like everything else in this unfamiliar world. The longer she stared into the void of the ceiling,
Takumi’s piercing gaze never wavered from Victor’s. The tension between them was almost tangible, stretching like a taut string that could snap at any moment. Both men stood firm, silently measuring each other, their expressions unreadable, yet each fully aware of the weight of the confrontation.Victor finally broke the silence, letting out a dry, almost forced chuckle. “I believe we agreed to meet to talk,” he said, his voice calm but edged with unease. “What is it that you want?”Takumi’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he stepped forward, closing the gap between them. “How is that even a question?” His voice was low, deliberate, every word laced with disdain. “I heard from someone that you escaped that place after making a deal with some demon…” He trailed off briefly, studying Victor’s reaction. Then his lips curled into a thin smile, one devoid of warmth. “But that doesn’t matter now.”Victor tilted his head, his grin faltering just slightly. “So, what does matter, Ta