“Look,” he took a small step away from the railings. “Just spare the women and the children. They could never contribute from whatever you, guys, are planning. Don’t you feel bad about them?” He turned to look at the individuals behind him, cowering in fear in the corners of the thronged cell. Most of them are, indeed, children and women in various races. Kaiser held his head down. “It’s not for me decide,” he talked between breaths. “Besides, the moment Mr. Hunt finds out that Diego escaped, do you think he's not gonna take anyone’s life? Most likely, he’ll take those who have no use to him.” Jay teetered all of the sudden, staggering backwards. How did he notice? Diego is the least noticeable person among them. Ever since Jay entered the place, he’s never seen him get out; he’s never been tortured the entire time he’s there either. “Don’t stress yourself too much, I met him outside. He tried killing Kathleen. I assume you know her. She’s one of the supervisors of the company you’
“You know the reason why I keep him around.”Kaiser watched the man’s broad shoulders, contract, as he shrugs to his white long sleeves, pulling it up.He couldn’t say anything; he knows their deal. Mr. Hunt finally turned to face him who’s standing near the entrance, both hands fixed behind his back, showing respect to his master—hiding the burns.Mr. Hunt hauled himself up out of the bottom of his antique Morris chair, which seemed to be hauling back as well.“Everyone I talked to today mentioned the scandal my son did and I’ve seen it on TV. Did you actually think I won’t find out about it?” Mr. Hunt’s tonality sounded calm. Truly, it’s utterly normal—looks normal; however, it’s the exact contrary. He’s inarticulately incensed.“My apologies, master,” Kaiser held his eyes down. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this from here. Please just let Scott take his time to heal.”“Hmm,” Mr. Hunt scoffed. As he clads, he made himself comfortable in his chair, considering Kaiser’s posture to make himsel
The air outside the window of the hospital room is getting warm and unstirring as the sun slowly crept up the darkened heights, making Kathleen feel a little bit uneasy. The air conditioner is clearly working; however, she could feel sweat misting her forehead. She turned to look at Theresa, still sleeping on the couch. Nothing’s happening, she thought. Now her eyes flew back to Christian. Her heart is beating so fast; the tips of her fingers are tingling—she doesn’t have any idea why; nonetheless, she feels as though something bad is going to happen again. Whatever it is, she had already packed herself a couple of punches.“It’s too early for you to be looking like that.”Kathleen had to look back at Theresa who pushed herself up with one hand. “Looking like what?”“Looking so helpless.” “We wouldn’t be so helpless if you could start helping us with the visions,” Kathleen had to say it and swiftly took a note of Theresa’s sudden change of expressions. “Hmm…” her eyes squinted. “I
"How'd you know about all these?" Kathleen mustered all her will to finally land an intriguing question against the man whom she doubts to be a real doctor. "It's all over the internet. Why? Do you actually think all of you can hide it? Samantha's disappearance has become the top one topic to almost social media platforms," doctor Kim shrugged. "That's not what I'm asking, doctor Kim, or whoever you are! For all I know, you might be one of the demons." "Wow," doctor Kim placed a hand in the air, seemingly teasing. "That's clearly a baseless accusation, miss. I just happen to be one of those cursed ones who have weak bindings. I came here, expecting to meet with Takumi, but I guess he's not here anymore." "He knows Takumi, too," Kathleen mentally mumbled. "Relax, I'm not gonna cause you any trouble," doctor Kim suddenly shifted to a reassuring voice. "As a matter of fact, if you need any help tonight, I can lend you a hand." "W-What in the actual fuck are you talking about?"
In the dim, flickering light of the hospital's corridor, Takumi paced back and forth, his breath coming in tagged gasps. Shadows danced on the walls, twisting into distorted shapes that seemed to be mocking his terror. "First it's Zach, and now him," he hissed between words. He didn't understand how to react. For the first time, Kathleen had saw him so troubled that he had to leave before doctor amim could say anything. Right there, she knew the doctor will bring changes into the things that will happen prior to Theresa's visions. Takumi looked at her who laid unconscious on the emergency hospital bed. Beside her is another doctor discussing the happenings to Tomoya who acted as Theresa's boyfriend for the purpose of confidentiality. Only a few are treated inside and the silence is bothering him even more. Takumi was visibly uncomfortable to where he stood. He wanted to go back in Christian's room, but his emotions overpowered him. Quite ironic for someone who had sold his h
As they twirled amidst the wildflowers in the sun-kissed meadow, the differences between twin sisters, Agatha and Samantha were as stark as the contrast between sunlight and shadow: Agatha, adorned in delicate lace and pearls, basked in the glow of attention, while Samantha, her spirit wilted by the absence of parental love, cast a shadow over the vibrant landscape. Truly, as identical twins, they look exactly alike; however, people around them can distinguish one from the other without even have to find any dissimilar features from their faces. Despite the parental neglect that weighed heavily upon their tender hearts, Agatha's love for her twin sister, Samantha, burned fiercely—an unwavering beacon of warmth amidst the cold indifference of their parents; her every gesture a silent testament to the bond that transcended the harsh realities of their upbringing. Agatha provided the love their parents refused to give to Samantha, so she had grown unbothered about the visible differ
"Are you unable to perceive colors?" Agatha's eyebrows arched as she involuntarily took a step closer. "I-I usually can," the boy replied, scratching the back of his head. "But whenever my eyes throb, my vision changes, and everything appears different." "Colorblindness?" Agatha interjected. "No," the boy shook his head. "Colorblindness is congenital. My vision has always been normal. But one day—" he hesitated, noticing Agatha's expression of astonishment. "S-Sorry for rambling," he added, this time scratching his chin awkwardly. "No, you're fine," Agatha smiled warmly. "It sounds intriguing to me, and I don't mean that as an insult. I feel for the pain you're experiencing," she said, her lips curving into a sympathetic frown as she extended a hand in introduction. "I'm Agatha, and you are?" The boy glanced at her hand before shaking it. "Takumi," he murmured. "And I apologize for my earlier rudeness," Agatha said, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Do you come here of
"What will you do with them?" "Read what's inside, obviously." "Why? These books aren't meant for a child like you." "Then why do you have them?" Agatha crossed her arms, her juvenile defiance accentuating Amanda's discomfort in the corner. "U-Uhm, children," Amanda stammered. "Why not share? Little mister Takahashi, you have an extensive collection right here already, can't you let this sweet lady borrow one?" "I question the 'sweet' part," Takumi replied, his lips thinning. "Moreover, these books are part of a series," he shoot Agatha a glare. "If she truly wishes to read them, she'll need to wait for her turn." "How convenient," Agatha said, rolling her eyes before turning to Amanda. "It's fine, Amanda. I don't compel others, particularly those who lack consideration." With that, she departed in search of another library. After an hour of fruitless searching, the sun began to set. Agatha leaned against a nearby wall, gazing at the crimson sky. "I'm running out of tim
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