“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 you not just yet.” “Whether you tell me now or later, I’d still get hurt! Why prolong my pain?!” Samantha felt her lips quiver and heard her voice quaver. “And why still argue with that? You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?! Then consider everything done.” Samantha has been left with no words. She only stared at the man she thought knew and her heart sank when he walked out without saying anything, leaving her nudging her chest in throbbing pain. She couldn't seem to process everything that just happened. The tears she was holding a while ago finally fell down and she broke into a loud, agonizing cry. She covered her mouth with both hands to not let any sobs escape and slowly curled beside her table to comfort herself until, Stella, one of her co-psychiatrists stepped in. She must have heard the two of them bawling a while ago, so she came to check. Stella offered to handle everything and let her go home which she did. She walked aimlessly along hallway, eyes pinned on the floor. Felt like gravity doubled its gravitational pull and she was having a hard time walking herself towards the elevator. Her right hand raised on its own and pressed the basement floor button. She was just staring into nothingness. She felt like her heart's gonna burst out any minute and what’s worse is she has no one else to talk to. She thought Kathleen might still be mad at her. Knowing her best friend, she’s not gonna make the first move for them to be okay unless she realized it’s her fault. She can't tell Kim much either. They're friends but not that kind of friends. She looked at her phone and felt the pain just tripled when she saw Scott's photo on her lock screen. It was taken on their first date in Paris. Behind him was the Eiffel tower and he didn’t have any idea that she took it. He’ll probably gonna take it down since he looks extremely ridiculous with his tongue sticking out. “You're really stupid!” She whined. “Men are stupid, babe,” Scott chuckled. Samantha blinked a couple of times and looked beside her when she felt someone tapping her shoulder. It's her senior psychiatrist, Takumi Takahashi. He was looking at her phone, so she immediately hid it in her pocket. “Oh, hey!” She tried flashing a smile but he only looked more worried. “The elevator is out of order,” he said, pointing the UNDER MAINTAINANCE sign posted just below the buttons. “Oh!” “Are you okay, Shane? Your eyes look tremendously swollen and that’s not an exaggeration.” Her lips thinned. She doesn’t know exactly how to answer him, let alone talk to him. Takumi and her have way too different wavelength and she don’t really like him at the first place. She felt as though something between them is—off? However, it’s safe to say that they’re friends. Samantha’s the only one who got issues with every person she encounters. She cleared her throat. “Ahh I-I’m just not feeling really well, so I have to go home early, sir.” “Do you want me to drive you home? You looked really pale. You might pass out along the way,” Takumi looked really concerned. “No! It's fine.” “Hmm... if you say so. And I know this is not the right time for me to ask you this, but I have to. Do you still remember Janina Gomez, one of the three missing patients?” For a moment, something at the back of her throat felt as though it burns, but she has to talk right away before Takumi suspects. “Ah, yeah. Why?” “Her body has already been found last night, stuffed in a cemented barrel.” “W-Where did they find her?” “Under the bridge leading to the South. She’s been stabbed in the chest, right through her heart which caused her death. Then the criminal stuffed her inside the barrel and throw it in the river in attempt to hide its crime." “T-That's cruel.” “Truly, and…” Takumi paused. “Even if you want it or not, I'm really gonna drive you home. You might get into an accident in your condition, you looked even paler.” Samantha was about to answer when she spotted something standing at the end of the hallway behind Takumi. Her eyes squinted—and—froze. “Shane, hey! You really don’t look fine. Let me just...” “NO!” She cut him off. “I'll be fine!” She immediately turned against her heel and ran as fast as she could to the next elevator. She pressed the basement floor button and swiftly entered when it opened. She knew very well that he's found his way back again. Fingers running through her hair, she was enchanted by the adrenaline rush of terror which made her senses more dynamic and made seconds feel like hours. “SHANE!! Hold on!” Takumi is almost shouting, trying to enter, but she blocked him. “Stay away from me!” “But...” “Please!” He fell short with words when tears started misting Samantha’s eyes. He’d only looked at her until the door completely closed. The moment she reached the basement floor, she immediately sprinted towards her car, but not long enough, she stopped when she saw Kathleen standing beside it. “Shane––,” “Why are you here?!” Samantha exclaimed, wiping sweats off her temples. She watched Kathleen's lips thin into a cruel line and remembered that the both of them are not in good terms yet. “Really now?” Kathleen almost grinned in sarcasm. “I am here to apologize and you do this?” Now that Samantha has been forced to rethink what got between the two of them, she had found herself entirely guilty. “I'm sorry,” she muttered. "But, please, just this once, I really have to go. I promise, we’ll talk later.” “Go to where?” Kathleen scowled horribly. “Y-You don’t have to know—not just yet,” Samantha continued walking towards her car but Kathleen blocked her way in. “Kaiser told me about what happened between you and Scott, so have the rights to know where you are going,” she groaned. “You're freakin' stupid sometimes and I won’t let you do anything crazy, not without me.” It was an inefficiently long conversation that Samantha started to feel tingles through her spines––a familiar sensation she felt when her sister, Agatha, disappeared. “For the love of—just let me go, Kath!” “NO! You're not going anywhere.” “Come with me, child! Come... come... come.” Samantha gasped when she heard the voice approaching in a fast pace. “LISTEN TO ME!” Her voice rose. “ALL OF YOU WILL DIE IF YOU WON'T STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” Samantha mustered all her strength to push Kathleen out of the way that she almost fell, but she was quick to get in the car first the moment Samantha had it opened. She even slid herself beside the driver’s seat. “If you're leaving, you’re taking me with you!” Kathleen did not wish to have an argument with Samantha, but her eagerness to push her away isn’t something to be called normal for best friends. She had done her best to suppress her impulsive character just for them to be okay, but Samantha isn't amused. She held her head in rage. “WHY. ARE YOU NOT. LISTENING TO ME?”Samantha’s anger was so fierce that Kathleen felt extremely uneasy when she entered the car.The moment she closed the door, their voices rose to a shriek when a mysterious creature suddenly landed on top of the car. Seems like long, sharp nails kept scratching the roof which will definitely tear it to pieces if they won’t do anything. Fortunately, Samantha has kept her sane and gathered up the courage to turn the engine on and sped away, leaving the unknown creature behind. “Put your seatbelt on!” She yelled as she buckles herself up. She looked back in horror as its long, sharpened hair, surrounded its body in motions. “W-What... on earth was that?!” Kathleen kept choking in her words. She hadn’t seen the creature as the only person who could is Samantha or… “I told you to let me go, but you won’t listen. Now look what you got yourself into!” “L-let you go to where?!” “Somewhere! Somewhere away from everybody––I don't know.” “S-Shane, I don’t understand. Can you please talk a little c-clear?” Kathleen said between short breaths which worries Samantha. She has been clinging on the seatbelt but has not put it on. Samantha looked back at the road; she doesn't really have any idea where they were heading. She just has to get her away from there, from her, as much as possible. When she has made sure the creature ain't following them, she turned to look at Kathleen. “Kath, listen! I promise, I’ll explain everything. But as of the moment, I need to drop you somewhere safe.” “I-I want an explanation right now, Shane, or I’d go crazy!” Kathleen argued, looking back unsteadily. Samantha doesn’t know what to say anymore. She knows for a fact Kathleen won’t let her go this time and the moment that she will, it might be too late. “Kath, I just need you to understand that now’s not the right time,” she tried to talk calmly but her best friend’s no longer in the right shape to go in a smooth sailing. “No, I don’t understand, because I can’t! You’ve been pushing all of us away. Even Scott, your boyfriend. He loved you, Shane!” Tears suddenly dimmed Samantha’s visions. “N-No, he didn’t. He never did!” She muttered. “He's not the man I thought I knew, Kath. He’s` just in love with the idea of being in love.”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 woman sighed, scratching her head in rather amusement or frustration. “Damn it!” She chuckled, staring at the screen of her laptop. She just opened it and a logo of a bug popped up. “Who in the motherfucking earth have the god-like skill to hack my account?” She yanked her glasses off her nose. The screen, in front of her, blurred into unfamiliar shades of colors. Her breaths went unsteady as she shoves her phone beside her when it rang. A call from an unknown number. She stared at it for a couple of seconds and was about to answer when the caller hung up. She sighed and shrugged the thought off when it rang again. This time, she was able to answer, however, remained silent. No one’s talking on the other line as well, but she could hear deep breaths. She immediately hung the call up and threw her phone on her bed. “Damn pranksters!” She backed over her laptop and hovered her mouse. She tried clicking the X button to close the tab but
[Continuation of Chapter 78] “The phantom caller is in her house.” Dryzza bit her fingernails, her frustration unspoken but obvious. Sai and Esmeralda, though understanding her plight, were bound by strict protocols, unable to offer her any solace. The phantom caller’s ominous warning of a catastrophe within three days weighed heavily on them all, but procedure left them paralyzed. Zach, usually confident, was equally restrained. Despite his awareness of the supernatural stakes and their past encounter with the phantom caller, he heeded Tomoya’s stern warning to avoid further involvement. Yet, with human lives at risk, abstaining felt like betrayal. The phantom caller’s threat was not just a warning; it was a grim countdown that demanded action. The team wrestled with the tension between duty and morality, knowing that their inaction could lead to tragedy. Tomoya’s caution offered safety but no solutions, forcing them to consider breaking ranks to confront the encroaching dark
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