“What are you doing, really?” Kim giggled, watching Jess recoil in horror just by seeing her holding a knife.“D-Don’t play with me, y-you evil of a w-woman,” Jess yelled. She could have escaped when Kim went to get a knife to peel the apple, but her legs could no longer carry her own body; she’s trembling.“Now that’s too much,” Kim mocked. “Foul words should never come out of a pregnant woman’s mouth. They baby could hear it.” “Yeah? Then I a-appreciate it if you will just leave,” Jess’s voice sounded like she’s about to cry which only amused Kim even more. “Aren’t you appreciating this?” She pointed the apple with the knife. “I’m trying my best to be good here, Jess. Just go along with that before I change my mind.” Jess sucked her lips to stop them from quivering. Maybe, that’s the best thing she could do. It would be a problem if she gets on Kim’s evil side; she might die before Scott or Junel arrives. Seeing that Jess is finally agr
He could tell that it’s the darkest part of the groundfloor the moment he casted his flashlight in the direction and it only ranged for approximately six feet away. Kaiser knew he shouldn’t proceed unarmed, so he stepped back, but stopped athward the entranceway when he spotted something in his peripheral vision. He looked back once again to see something bouncing on the ground. He could have sworn the thing is familiar, so he moved closer to check until it settled down the floor; the only choice he had to make is whether to take a good look to make peace with his confusion or left completely. “Nah,” Kaiser scoffed and choose the latter. He wanted to keep his cool and stay away from the things that could potentially put him into trouble. They have to play safe now that they are already given their last chance to straighten up their plans. He walked back towards the hall to continue with his business with the stain, but it’s no longer there. “I should ha
“S-Sam,” his dozy eyes had gone wide in surprise. “S-Sam, is that y-you?” He repeated, slowly pushing himself up with one arm to face her. His eyes were fast to examine the woman standing before him and there is no denying that she’s, in fact, Samantha. Once again, he felt the same twinging sensation he felt a while ago sailing in his chest. He couln’t believe his eyes that he had to walk closer and placed a hand on her pale face. “It’s you,” Scott’s hands trembled—is it fear? No—it’s guilt—that sheen tears started forming in his eyes. The woman didn’t say a word; she’s looking deeply into his eyes, frowned, and opened her mouth to speak. “You’re not supposed to go upstairs,” she whispered, snapping Scott back into his senses from drowing into mixed emotions. “You must stop before reaching this point of no return.” Scott didn’t catch what she meant; he moved closer, shaking his head. “I’m bringing you back with me, don’t worry
“For the last time,” Kaiser growled, scratching his forehead in vexation. “I was the one who saved and woke you up back there!” Scott realized that he shouldn’t really have to argue with Kaiser regarding the matter; the story is too unrealistic to tell anyways and he do not have the intention to convince him at all. They got none; however, by the looks of it, Kaiser knew something inside Scott had snapped. The emotions he saw in him a while ago proves it all. It may be just confusion, but they’re not risking any chances for Scott to take or their plans won’t get anywhere. “Fine,” Scott heaved a sigh. “Let’s just head over the coffee shop.” “Samantha’s?” Kaiser had to ask and Scott nodded. “Why for?” “I need to talk to her.” A grim line curved on Kaiser’s lips, eyeing his friend who’s already ready to speed away. He walked beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder—that’s when their eyes me
Every single head except for Kathleen turned around, looking at the person who entered the door who shows to be Jess. She’s in tears and her thin and fast breathings sent Junel running outside to fetch her some bottled water. The incident immediately circulated the internet as some of the customers in the coffee shop had uploaded videos of the shooting, so they had to stay in the hospital’s triage room to hide themselves from the media. Every person connected to Samantha’s case are all in one place and are now facing a new one. Jess let out a bawl of mixed anger and pain that everyone froze on their spots doubly. “I-It was y-you, isn’t it?!” Although no name was addressed, it was evident that she was referring to Kathleen who didn’t bother looking at her. She was only sitting down the stall on the corner, still collecting herself from the horrifying scene she experienced moments ago; she didn’t even had the time to wash the blood on her
"I told you he'd snap," Kim glowered, puffing a lungful of smoke in the air. "I've always known he's nothing like his father. Now, you've seen it yourself, what more could he prove for you to believe me?"Elbows leaning against the rusty railings of hospital balcony, Kaiser shrugged. "What a shame. He could be the best leader of the organization.""Hell nah! You really meant what you said before?" Kim caught a breath, brows raising in disbelief. "Mr. Hunt already chose you years ago over his own son. What is there too muzzy for you not to understand?""Scott is like a brother to me. That's what I'm taking into consideration," Kaiser drew himself a chastened sigh. "I was hopeful I could lead him to the path Mr. Hunt wanted him to trail. I was wrong."With a vigorous sniff, Kim rolled her eyes, moved closer, and brushed her lips against Kaiser's. Although he had the urge to respond, his melancholy stopped him. "We're not doing this now, Kimberly," he placed a hand between them both. "Jun
"TASTE IT! TASTE IT!" The man in Christian's face said in a wide, horrifying grin; eyes nearly popping out of their sockets—chopping his own hand. Kathleen only watched the entire frightening scene, shrieking in fear. She wanted to run and leave the house, but the idea of him being the real Christian ceased her judgements. He must be a doppelganger. He should be! Yet, what if..."S-Stop!! Please, stop!"Christian only stood there, knife still in hand, still wearing his terrifying grin. Dogs in the neighborhood started howling. Suddenly, the lights went off. Although the sun has begun to explore most parts of the living room, Kathleen still couldn't see him clearly.Disregarding the cold sweat beading her body and the twists and knots of mixed emotions made every breath a strained battle, she forced herself to move closer to him. One step, and one more..."He's listening! He's listening!"Christian's demonic voice made Kathleen's temples throb. "W-Who's listening?" She managed to ask
"Still none?"Theresa responded to Tomoya's question with a regretful nod."Well, we'll surely get something soon," Tomoya shrugged back to the grimoire. "Take your time and I'll take mine. I just know I've read something here on how to counter demons... you know... demons are like humans. They have also, how should I say this... they also have races.""I thought we're taking our time here?" Theresa grimaced."Hmm..." Tomoya cocked a brow. "You're being really mean these days. Calm down, geez! Or, perhaps, are you on your period—AW!" He yelped when the heavy pillow came in contact with his forehead."WHAT'S THAT FOR?!""What's that for my ass!" Theresa growled. "When was I not even mean to you? On top of that, you're giving me hypertension. Can't you see that I don't wanna talk?! I'm an introvert! AND—," she raised a finger in between them. "What's been happening lately made me lose my shit! How am I supposed to stay calm?!"'Twas a long speech, but Tomoya only looked at her in askanc
Tomoya leaned back against his car, his arms crossed defensively as though they might shield him from the piercing gaze of the woman standing before him. Dryzza, a force to be reckoned with even on her worst days, stood opposite him, her face pale, her exhaustion evident. Dark shadows framed her eyes, betraying sleepless nights. Yet despite her weariness, her presence held an unyielding authority that made Tomoya’s discomfort intensify. "What?" he asked, feigning nonchalance, though his mind raced. Knowing Rener had already entered this woman’s dreams made him uneasy. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with her—it could derail the delicate events set to unfold later that evening. "You tell me," Dryzza snapped, her tone sharp but laden with fatigue. She paused, as if assessing whether she truly had the energy to deal with him. "What are you doing here?" Tomoya smirked, a feeble attempt to mask his anxiety. Pushing himself off the car slightly, he gestured to his ve
Tomoya dragged himself back home, his mind and body weighted by the events of the night. He didn’t bother dwelling on Jess’s fate if her accomplices realized the grimoire he’d handed her was a forgery. Exhaustion had dulled his senses, and the moral complexities of his choices faded into the background. Reaching his condominium, he allowed the familiar silence to envelop him. He assumed Kathleen was in good hands with Theresa, sparing him one less worry for the night. Collapsing onto the couch, Tomoya felt the day’s tension seep into the room. The empty space around him, although spacious, felt oppressive, as if the walls themselves carried the weight of his secrets. Pulling the grimoire from his coat pocket, he placed it carefully on the table next to his laptop. The book’s presence filled the room with an ominous aura, a silent reminder of his uneasy alliance with Rener. The thought of working with Rener makes his skin crawl. What would Takumi think if he found out? The betr
Tomoya slumped into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel as his mind spiraled. “Now what?” he muttered, his voice a mixture of self-loathing and panic. He replayed the moment he handed the grimoire to Jess, realizing with mounting horror that he had fallen prey to Rener’s manipulations. His fists clenched as frustration overwhelmed him. “You absolute idiot!” he berated himself, his voice echoing in the stillness of the car. “You trusted a demon. A demon! What the hell were you thinking?!” He kicked the floorboard like a petulant child, trying to vent the storm raging inside him. He was still seething when a movement in the rearview mirror caught his eye. “Holy shit!” Tomoya nearly leaped out of his seat as he spotted Rener, lounging in the backseat as if he belonged there. His calm, unbothered demeanor only added fuel to Tomoya’s anger. “You!” he pointed accusingly, his voice trembling with disbelief and fury. Rener’s dark eyes met his through the mirror, a faint smirk p
The hospital cafeteria exuded an almost eerie stillness despite the occasional clatter of cutlery and murmured conversations. Its sterile, fluorescent lighting gave everything a pale glow, and the faint smell of antiseptic mingled with the aroma of cheap coffee. Tomoya sat across from Jess, his body language rigid and unwelcoming. The tension between them was palpable, thick as the silence that had settled around their table. Jess had barely touched her salad, her fork occasionally poking at the lettuce while her gaze remained fixed downward. "How’d it come to you that I would just hand you the grimoire that easily?" Tomoya’s voice cut through the silence, his tone sharp and laden with irritation. His arms were crossed, his posture unyielding. It wasn’t in his nature to entertain vague requests, especially not when they revolved around something as dangerous as Samantha’s grimoire. Jess’s unwillingness to provide any meaningful explanation only fueled his skepticism. Jess shif
“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 cousin, 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 ga
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