All Chapters of Between Heaven and Hell: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kathleen had spent the entire day in the hospital, her thoughts a turbulent mix of worry and reflection. The sterile white walls and the relentless ticking of the clock which seem to only exist in her mind stretched the hours into an interminable expanse. She paced the narrow confines of the room, unable to distract herself from her inner turmoil. As evening approached, the view from the small hospital window transformed into a breathtaking canvas of crimson twilight, painting the sky with strokes of red, orange, and gold. Drawn to the beauty outside, Kathleen stood by the window, the cool air contrasting with the sterile environment within. The fiery colors deepened into rich, velvety shades as stars began to punctuate the darkening sky. The hospital seemed to hold its breath, and Kathleen found herself breathing more steadily. The day's endless hours faded into the background, and in the quiet majesty of the crimson night, she found a semblance of clarity. In that moment, bathe

Junel stepped out of the store, the cold breeze biting through his thin jacket as he adjusted the bag of supplies meant for Scott. The bustling city street buzzed with the usual evening energy, people hurrying past under the dimming sky. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Scott lying in the sterile hospital bed, battling the ailment that had come so suddenly. Just as he turned to head back, a black van sped past him, its engine growling ominously. The vehicle's windows were tinted, revealing nothing of its occupants. Junel's eyes followed the van, a strange chill creeping down his spine. There was something off about it—its speed, its direction, and the way it seemed to cut through the traffic with unsettling urgency. Instinctively, Junel quickened his pace, almost jogging as he kept his eyes on the van that was now heading towards the hospital. His heart thudded in his chest, a sense of foreboding gnawing at his gut. Why was he feeling this way? It was just a van, yet every

Christian awoke on a cold, unyielding surface. Darkness enveloped him, an impenetrable void that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. His first instinct was to cry out, but the oppressive silence pressed down on him, stifling his voice. He sat up, disoriented, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Panic gnawed at the edges of his mind, but he fought to maintain control. “Christian…” the voice was soft, almost a whisper, but unmistakably familiar. Kathleen, his heart lurched. He hadn’t seen her since… since what? His memories were fragmented, pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. “Kathleen?” he called, his voice trembling. The darkness swallowed his words, leaving him with only the echo of his own desperation. As he rose to his feet, the ground felt oddly insubstantial, as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice. He reached out, hands groping for any point of reference, but found nothing. The air around him was thick, almost tangible, and it hummed with a

Zachary was a seasoned detective with a storied career, known for his sharp mind and dogged determination. However, the case that had defined him—and nearly destroyed him—was the mysterious disappearance of the Takahashi family. Twenty years ago, Zach had been called to the opulent Takahashi mansion, a sprawling estate that now bore the scars of something sinister. The scene was like a vision from hell: the ground had split open as if by some malevolent force, creating fissures that seemed to pulse with a dark energy. Amidst the chaos stood Takumi, the Takahashi's only biological child, and Tomoya, their foster son, both seemingly untouched by the devastation around them. The evidence suggested a ritualistic cult offering, with arcane symbols etched into the earth and remnants of what looked like sacrificial implements scattered about. As head detective, Zach was responsible for piecing together the baffling events of that night. He and his team combed through the wreckage,

"Have you not slept at all?" Zach's brows arched in concern as soon as Dryzza trudged into the office. "Do I truly look that dreadful?" she replied, stifling a yawn as she nearly collapsed into her chair. "More like, utterly ghastly," Sai, one of their colleagues, interjected, stepping to the corner of Dryzza's desk and tapping the stack of white files he had placed there earlier. Zach couldn't help but notice how drowsy and disoriented Dryzza appeared as she slumped into her chair. "What happened?" he asked, genuine concern etched across his face. Dryzza looked at him, perplexed, as if struggling to recall something just out of reach. "I'm not sure," she murmured, furrowing her brow. "I had the weirdest dream last night. It was horrible, but... I can’t seem to remember much about it." Zach could see the frustration in her eyes as she tried to piece together the fragments of her dream, but the harder she tried, the more elusive it became. The only clear image lingering i