Lahat ng Kabanata ng Between Heaven and Hell: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

"Rest assured, we’ll keep everyone informed," Zach said, briefly tapping Dryzza's shoulder before leaving the office to follow up Samantha's case with the cops who were stationed near the crime scene—to where she seemingly disappeared. "So, we're still handling that case too?" Sai asked, scratching his head in disbelief. "I thought we were focused on the murdered children this time? Why are we dealing with all of these? Why us?" He waved the white files in frustration, though with a playful tone. "I have no idea," Dryzza replied with a sigh, her eyes shifting to Esmeralda, the senior cold case investigator recently assigned to assist with the reopening of Takumi's case. "Will Mr. Takumi be brought in for questioning?" she asked. Esmeralda merely raised an eyebrow, her disinterest apparent—or so it seemed to Dryzza. It was only after several moments of silence that Esmeralda finally spoke, just as Dryzza was about to take her seat. "Mr. Takumi is uncooperative," she said in a

The wind howled through the twisted trees as Dryzza stepped out of the car, the old mansion looming before her like a decaying specter. The moonlight struggled to pierce the heavy clouds, casting eerie shadows that danced across the crumbling facade. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting wood, a stench that seemed to seep from the very walls of Takumi’s abandoned estate. Beside her, Sai shivered, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation, while Esmeralda, ever the stoic professional, moved ahead with the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to confronting the dark unknown. Their mission tonight was crucial: they had come to the mansion specifically to search for the grimoire mentioned by the man in Dryzza's dream that could help them—however it will. The urgency of their task was compounded by the strange destruction outside—the garden had been widely torn apart by an unknown force from beneath the ground, a troubling sign that something malevol

"You heartless bitch," Jess whispered faintly, trying to suppress the wave of anger that threatened to surge through her. She couldn't afford to feel such emotions, not with the baby. But Kim’s laughter, soft and mocking, pierced the silence. "Oh, don’t look at me like that," she taunted. "I wanted to meet sooner, but I figured your little mind would need time to process with everything going on. Consider it... my kindness." “Kindness, my ass!” Jess hissed through clenched teeth, her voice low but seething with barely contained fury. “Your kind could never understand something so human, and I pity you for it.” Her words hung in the air, venomous and sharp, meant to pierce through Kim’s pretense. It wasn’t just the insult; it was the truth Jess wanted to wield like a weapon, a blade aimed at the heart of the twisted figure before her. But she knew, deep down, that such a sentiment was lost on someone like Kim, whose cruelty ran so deep it had long since masked any capacity for e

[A Preceding Chapter of Chapter 58]The investigation room, though bright and spacious, felt suffocating to Jess. She sat stiffly, the weight of her pregnancy making her uncomfortable in the cold, metal chair. Almost ready to give birth, she found herself trapped in more ways than one. Despite the room's ample space, it felt narrow and confining. Across from her sat Zach, who despite his calm demeanor, was determined to unravel the mysteries he has been detangling ever since. Zach leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Jess, probing for a reaction. "We already know you grew up at the Takahashi manor," he said, his voice measured but persistent. Jess, she didn't feel surprised at all. After all, she knew this very day would come and for some reason, she's almost thankful she has been caught. Yet, getting her to talk felt like trying to coax words out of a stone; no matter how hard they pressed, Jess remained silent, like a dam holding back a torrent of truth that could fl

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 offense. The fewer words she spoke, the b