The death of a girl mutilated by bullets caused a bit of wave in the country. Those who knew her raised a fuss. Aggrieved, they pressured the authorities to search for whoever did this to her. Among these people, her family was naturally the most aggressive. Her friends and fans from the same school also joined the cause and began to plan how they'd petition for justice for their deceased campus beauty. Each of them badly wanted to know which heartless devil caused her to die like this and for what reason. Of course, even if there happens to be a reason, they would still badly want to make that devil rot in jail, if not in hell.
Unfortunately, no matter how well-known she was in HCA as a campus goddess or in the city as a musician, the wave caused by her death was still small. Aside from those who really knew her, the rest chose to move on in their lives and think of what would happen to their tomorrow. In other words, everyone not related to her only sighed and lit some imag
"My sister wants to acquire the company previously owned by the Holmes'?"As expected, the lady turned serious the instant she heard the mention of her half-sister."Our sources said yes," the assistant replied.The girl sucked in a cold breath. She tried to conceal it, but worry flooded her eyes as she thought of why her sister wanted to acquire Starlight Entertainment. That woman was already very rich and accomplished so getting this company would not really matter much to her. At most, it would just be another trophy listed under her name, something lesser than the ones she already owned and had brought to the peak."She doesn't want to give me any room for survival? Is that it?"Because the girl could only think of one other reason behind her sister's move, she said this in a grim tone. Her expression also darkened at the thoughts that crossed her mind. Aura hesitated, but still answered honestly,"That seems to be the case. Second Miss,
In the end, Eithan decided not to contact his former schoolmates. His reason was out of pettiness, or a sort of skewed excuse. He didn't want anyone prying into his business after saying his condolences. Since he just suddenly transferred and to another city at that, people who knew him would be bound to be curious. And he didn't want to think of what they would ask him if ever the topic strays to him. Since the heavier matter right now was Cloe Hadid's sudden death, let it stay as the focus of attention. He didn't want even the tiniest piece of this hot potato.It was the morning of the next day, and he was in the nearby mall, specifically inside a courier shop. Wearing an outfit which was almost the same with yesterday's, except the color of his long sleeve shirt was now black, he went to the side where paper, pen, and envelopes could be bought. After getting himself one of each, he found himself a vacant space on the nearby table and then began writing. Halfway, he heard the system
A little more than ten minutes later...The scene Irene had conjured in mind before finally became reality. Except, even with her strong heart toughened by all the scheming and bad experiences she had because of her sister, she still couldn't help but feel self-conscious due to the gloomy stares she was receiving from the guy sitting opposite her."Please. Join me for this lunch."She forced a smile, gesturing to the food the waiter had just brought to their table. It was when she could no longer endure the silence that enveloped the two of them. They were currently inside a decent family restaurant. A man in his thirties was with them standing alert from the distance. It was Sarmiento, her other assistant and bodyguard.She chose this place in order to not intimidate the young man, thinking that this would definitely be the case if they entered a restaurant with a very luxurious ambiance, frequented by rich people.She never once thought that she'd be the one tensing when she success
When he returned, the woman had already finished her own food. Actually, one of the waiters was already there, clearing the table. Eithan sat down with a poker face. His face showing that if weren't for her person manning the only entrance and exit of the place, he should be gone already. Shortly, when they were the only ones left at the table, he opened his mouth to ask,"What now, Miss?"Irene met his inquiring gaze and asked back,"I will be direct to the point. I am very curious about how you managed to recognize that I am merely acting yesterday..."He answered indifferently, no more expecting for this troublesome woman to remember that she had yet to introduce herself."Does it really matter? I don't get why that worked you up, but can't you just assume that I only did it by chance?"She was only silent for a few moments before replying,"I don't know why. But I'm having a gut feeling that it's not... Though I did consider that
Meanwhile, in front of him, the long-haired girl in a white dress stared at his serious face for quite a long while before pursing her lips and replying,"I'm still betting. Let me test your eyes again and if possible, your acting too.""No."He immediately replied, his face crumpled."Listen to me. This is an opportunity of a lifetime for you. I know you came from a normal family and because of this, I don't believe that you don't want to show them that you can also be extraordinary despite your humble origins. Every man is born to dream and reach out for greatness.""Don't stereotype miss. There are men who only want to spend their lives counting the days before they die. There are also those who don't want any of the greatness you're speaking of."He matter-of-fact stated, only short of pointing a finger to himself."Maybe. But you are young. Are you also going to be like them? Don't you want to do something which can make your par
In a village south of Alina City. Specifically within a small hut built under the shades of three tall acacia trees.The singing of cicadas from the outside temporarily stopped as faint sounds of footsteps coming from a single person graced the night. Through the thick grey clouds, the waning moon had hidden itself from the world thus no amount of moonlight peeked through the slightly open window of the only room of the hut.It was the devil's hour.In folklore, this time frame was also called the witching hour.There had been numerous ghost talks and stories rumored to always happen within this span of time, in between 3:00 am to 3:59 am. It was the time of the night associated with supernatural events. In stories, this would be when witches, demons, and ghosts were thought to appear and to be at their most powerful.Of course, many science believers vetoed this idea and labeled it as some sort of hoax passed down by witch hunters around the year
'Is she going to alter her memory after this?' he mused just before his pupils dilated after he heard her say,"...Kill them."The tone of her voice was the same. Not with the one he usually heard from her. But with the one from the memories. Cold. Unfeeling. Unnatural. It was so different from what he'd been used to so even though he had taken a glimpse of this in that vision, it still made his eyes narrowed in displeasure. It was not the unfamiliarity which made him dislike it, but something which he couldn't yet explain.While the man spectating outside reacted like that, the women within the hut quietened down, dumbfounded to hear a voice not belonging to any of them. None of them reacted until the unseen being's voice gently made way into their ears again, sending shivers up their spines."...I'm giving you all a chance," it suddenly said, slowly. Each word stressed, which within everyone's imagination had turned into something similar to a devil's w
Was she already succumbing to darkness? Falling into a muddy quagmire which would permanently entrap her underneath in this lifetime?These were the questions Agatha asked herself when she accepted the last mission for level 2 that the system had issued her.When she closed her eyes, the system's voice seemed to echo in her mind.While feeling cold all over, she watched as the last man fell dead on the floor after being stabbed in the heart repeatedly by a short-haired girl. The system then asked her if she wanted to erase the memories or leave impressions that it was alright because they're bad people and were scums of the society.To this question, she only shook her head and stayed silent.Whether to remind her of her crime or her vow, she refused its offer and decided to keep the memories and everything that came along with them. She wouldn't erase anything, to always remind herself of how in order to not die by the system's ruthless and unseen