All Chapters of Dear Auria: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The First Murder (part 1) Police sirens were blaring all over the streets while the red and blue lights were flashing, effectively blinding anyone who was stupid enough to stare at them. Police officers were busy managing the onlooking crowd as they tried to get closer to the scene, and it was even more harder when the media arrived and bombarded everyone with questions. It did not help that the rain poured even harder, it did not help that it was at the dead of the night. Somehow, things just seem to get worse and worse. “YOU! Yes, you there! Get the media away from here, they are disturbing us!” a senior police officer shouted at the young one. His brows were scrunched as he saw how problematic the scene was. Not only is it raining, in the middle of the night and has too many onlookers even if they should be inside their home at this hour, it does not help when the status of the person is something very popular. “Can someone please manage the crowd!?” he shouted again. “Excuse

The First Murder (part 3) “How is she doing?” Mr. Tevyat asked, taking his coat off from his shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack near the door, he took his hat too and also hung it on the coat rack. Jack came after, holding a box of cupcakes--- cookies and cream flavour--- just like how Auria likes them. Jack took off his coat too and put it beside Azrick’s before being led by the maid to where Auria was at the moment. “The miss has yet to heal. I do not think she will ever heal from this. Shedoes not eat, nor does she take showers anymore despite her being an advocate for hygiene. We rarely see her out of her room and would only go out to drink a glass of water and nothing more.” The devastation in the voice of the maid was very evident, her face was downcast and her head hung low. She is affected by the situation of her mistress. Well, all are affected. It had been four days since the incident. Four days since the death of John Albert Tristan--- her lover. Four days withou

A Walk by the Bridge (part 2) It looked like it would rain any moment as the grey clouds were hanging low from the sky and a chilly breeze bellowed on the people mourning for the death of someone they knew. A thick fog covered the feet of those near the grave while some were slowly walking away, deeming it time to go to their homes but still crying on their way. Some opted to stay, wanting to be with the dead one a little longer as they cannot accept their untimely death. Umbrellas ready and their handkerchief by the hand, sobs and wails continued to echo in the cemetery as the time went on. However, all the people present at the funeral of John Albert Tristan failed to realise one thing: someone was missing. Someone who they thought would not be absent to such an event… was actually not there, not even for a little while. They only realised when everyone was gone from the funeral, “Where is she?” the cameraman asked, ready to snap a picture of her mourning face to put it on the tabl

Witness Marks (part 2) Azrick, with adrenaline in his veins, shouted as he approached the windows. He swayed the curtains with his hand only to be surprised by a cardboard cutout of a man with a gun. Nothing more, but a mere cardboard cutout. People were in a panic when the car of Mr. Tevyat was forcefully opened and then a bloody body of a woman was put inside, then they drove off. The murmurs of the people around became louder, even louder from when they heard a gunshot and shattered glasses. The bystanders put two and two together and have come up with the possible story: a woman is shot inside the office of the famous detective.As Azrick sped off to the nearest hospital, Jack was left on the scene to preserve the crime scene and to do some crowd control. “Excuse me, can you please call the police and tell them to come here immediately? Tell them it's about Detective Tvyat.” Jack said to a man nearby who heeded his favour. While the man was calling the police, the assistant mad