[Continuation of Chapter 63] Dryzza followed the young Takumi as he led her through the grand corridors of the estate, his small figure walking confidently ahead of her. Despite his youth, there was something unnerving about his demeanor—something that made her skin crawl. His movements were precise, calculated, as though he knew more than a child should. She could tell from the way his gaze flickered toward her, sharp and suspicious, that he wasn’t entirely convinced of her presence. Yet, strangely, he didn’t call for the servants. He didn’t question her any further. It was almost as if he was toying with her, testing her, and she hated the feeling. As they turned a corner, Dryzza nearly stumbled when a figure emerged from the shadows—a woman in the attire of a servant. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with surprise, and Dryzza’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized her. “Joline,” she whispered under her breath, her voice trembling with disbelief. The servant’s eyes darted b
Make this longer and sound more intellectual. Dryzza was never the type to be fazed easily. Years of working as a detective had sharpened her instincts, enabling her to read people and situations with clarity. Even so, she felt the weight of suspicion thick in the air the moment she teleported into such a time. Standing across from her was Joline— still Joline. “I’m sorry for being late,” Dryzza managed to say, her voice steady. She didn’t waver under the intensity of Joline’s gaze. Joline’s eyes remained sharp, and though her expression remained neutral, Dryzza could sense the unease radiating from her. There was no point in pressing too hard at this stage. A calculated approach was always best in such situations. “It seems like we have a little misunderstanding,” Dryzza added cautiously, choosing her words carefully to diffuse any brewing tension. It was a delicate dance. She wasn’t here to cause conflict, but the atmosphere made it clear that her mere presence was already an
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 rem
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