“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
Frowning by his mistake, Takumi sighed, wondering if he should say something. And if so, what would it be? He could feel the tension between Kathleen towards the two men in front of her. Apparently, Tomoya and Samantha also had a tragic past but the thing between them still remains a mystery and even Takumi, being Tomoya’s closest friend and cousin, didn’t have any idea. Time ticked 4 AM. They waited patiently for Tomoya to finish studying MaTet's profile while Takumi is quietly absorbing the new bit of information Kathleen told him about the two. Clapping his hands, Tomoya leaned on the couch. “Got it!” He snapped. “This person sure is a master of technology for hiding its information too well, more like a deep web. Anyways, I can now easily access this account. Just give me about two to three days, but doing so, we’ll be invading someone’s privacy and you know I’m against that matter, niisan,” his lips pooched. “Unless you tell me what
It was very late, nearly 2 AM. Christian laid down on his bed and stared at his phone above a newspaper on the bedside table. Samantha’s case has been over the record and it's really disturbing. Lots of fake news keeps popping out of nowhere and he became one of the media targets since he’s one of Samantha's closest friends. At this point, Christian wasn’t entirely certain if he’d say something to at least defend his friend or remain silent and avoid everything. He can’t seem to trust the media’s intention to clear his friend’s name regarding the issue about her being related to demons. Kathleen has been gone for three days and those nights of her absent, he’s been suffering from insomnia. Something is bothering him; he feels like he’s not alone. He could feel eyes staring through his soul ever since Kathleen left. Christian shook the thought off and tried falling asleep but minutes past and he only felt more awake. He turned to his side and looked out the window.He b
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