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Aratria

🇵🇭Mimiamor
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Tatiana Eleanor Cohen just came back from her solitary vacation after another successful murder case that got her promoted as the first assistant to the chief supervisor of the Underground Crime Investigative Commission, Sir Roman Walters; although the woman was not altogether happy about it. She craved for action and the thrill of it, not moping around doing paperwork and attending meetings that would probably bore her to death. Apart from that, Tatiana didn't like the fact that her boss wholeheartedly welcomed a stranger to their department and practically chose her previous line of work for him. Still, Cohen couldn't brush off the horror that she felt when she saw the man's face. It was strikingly the same face she sees every night in her sleep. The very face of her murderer. Strangely enough, piles of corpses went popping around her adopted sovereign. And Tatiana is determined to prove that this mysterious man has something to do with it. Or, does he really?
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Chapter 1 - Prologue (Part One)

I was slumped against a hard cobblestone. Its rough texture gave no comfort to my current state. If it was daylight or dusk, I couldn't tell. It seemed to me that I was sucked into oblivion where time was of no significance. A gush of pain jolted my mind from drowsiness. Feeling as if my whole body was thrown into a herd of running Pegasus. My heartbeat quickened, what in the world have I been doing?

I slowly lifted my body into a more desirable position, that's when I noticed I wore nothing but what seemed like a torn white dress. I somewhat find it amusing. I am usually not fond of wearing one. Trying to assess my situation, I took time to scan the surrounding. Clearly, I was not in my bedchamber, but this also has four corners which only meant, I was abducted or, I crashed myself into a dungeon. I decided to settle on the former. I find it comforting to have someone to blame other than myself right now.

A few meters form where I was located, an oil lamp was struggling to keep its last sparks of light. Well, at least I was not the only one fighting in this godforsaken place. With all the strength I could muster, I forced myself to stand, right foot carrying my weight. Carefully, I maneuvered my left foot only to be surprised to see a glint of silver shackle fastened around my ankle. I frowned, trying to remember what had occurred prior to this strange happening.

Just as I was about to process everything, I heard footsteps and a set of keys jangling in the air. Instead of being agitated, I felt utterly confused. Even though there's only limited light in this four-walled room, I knew for a fact that there's no door. From hereon, I could see another burning light a few hundred meters from the nearest oil lamp in front of where I was standing. And if my instinct was right, it would lead to another portal which definitely was the way out of here. I could've even escape if not for this unannounced silver shackle, which I could not even fathom why it's silver in the first place.

But I knew something's terribly wrong.

With renowned determination, I close my eyes and let myself focus intently on the noise. The footsteps and the jangling sound halted in an abrupt manner. I was again engulfed by silence.

I inhaled sharply when I heard a creaking sound on my right wing, as if there was a door lying underneath its wall. Realization dawned on me in a swift motion, and I couldn't help but cursed. No, you don't get to use Salamanka on me and just get away with it.

"Yasas, Reya." I spun my head quite forcefully and was greeted by a pair of insolent eyes. Taunting and haunting me. Impossible! My mind screamed. Something must have triggered my brain for I saw flashes of past events that will forever cause havoc not only in my dreams.