Tone Cold

The Local church was an old building and the graveyard was right next to the church. When William, Olivia and Romos arrived, the funeral service had ended.

Three police officers were going around handing posters with a sketch of the suspect asking people if they had a clue about the killings. Romos detached himself from a group of locals he had started a conversation with and walked towards Olivia holding a poster.

“Here, look at the sketch made by the human police. It quite matches him,” he remarked jokingly pointing at the priest who was standing in the middle of a group of people, his back towards Olivia.

Olivia eyed Romos angrily.

“Professor Edward, I am so sorry about Ethan,” a middle aged woman said to a man standing close by.

Olivia shoved the poster written in foreign language in Romos’ hand, quickly walking over to the professor, introducing herself as a tourist. Both William and Romos followed her.

“I would like to know a bit more about the legend of the old building,” she s