Detective Nico Yukishito stood near the entrance, leaning against the wall. From his seat, he could easily observe all the guests. His eyes scanned the room, alert and aware that if their plan fails, these people would be in danger. 'Who knows what that Heartless Killer has up his sleeves?' Nico has already handled and studied many cases, but this is the most brutal event of serial killings in Eastwood.
Well, aside from that Black Ribbon Killer a few months ago. But he thinks it's more of a "paranormal" event. Unfortunately, the young detective is not fond of such things. It's stupid and illogical.
Nico took in a deep breath and studied the masked faces surrounding him. 'It looks like an elegant zoo. Tsk! It's a shame that the admin didn't even think of a better theme, 'he thought and glanced at the watch. "What's taking her so long?" He frowned at his wrist watch. It's Elmo designed face did nothing to assure him. Chilidish, yes. But his patience is running thin. Scorpio is still not calling him.
'How do we catch its Heartless Killer? Tsk. '
Nico just turned his eyes to the crowd of guests. He could still recognize a few persons behind those stupid masks. Flashes of everything came flooding in his head again. His mental storage cabinet is filling up again, overflowing with information and memories. "Damn Sherlock, I hate this." He was weak and cheap with his eyes closed. He was itching to take off his own stupid mask, but it was no use. He needs to "blend in" with them, or else he'll look suspicious.
Just then, he heard someone talking in monologue.
When he opened his eyes, Nico noticed a man in a white suit, talking on the phone.
'Calling someone at a time like this? Weird. ' Just as he was about to approach the man, two women suddenly blocked him. Their gowns were fitted, showing off enough skin and curves. The black-haired girl wearing a cat mask offered him a glass of wine.
"It looks like you need some company, handsome. Want a drink?"
"Yeah! We'd love to chat with you." The blonde girl wearing a sheep mask giggled.
These two are clearing trying to flirt with him.
'What in the name of Sherlock? I don't have time for this! ' Nico shook his head. He frowned behind his mask. "How can you tell I'm handsome when you can't even see my face? That's an immature conclusion, ladies."
"Immature? Oh my, handsome. You're hurting our feelings!"
"Yeah! And we thought you were a gentleman!"
Then, they both giggled.
Nico sighed. This is exactly the reason why he doesn't want to be associated with the female species. He's in the middle of an investigation for Sherlock's sake!
"Look, I need to go. Enjoy your evening, ladies." And he walked away from them. While simply observing the surroundings, Nico was shocked when someone bumped into him.
"S-I'm sorry."
His eyes found the man in the white suite. The deer mask is unmistakable. Nico's eyes immediately followed the weird man as he scrambled off, hurrying towards a certain direction. He had a bad feeling about that one, and Nico's instincts were often right. 'He seems familiar.' But it is difficult to confirm because he is also wearing a mask. Stupid masquerade.
When Nico's eyes went to the floor, he immediately frowned when he saw a white envelope at his feet. He picked it up and studied it. "A letter? Did that man leave this on purpose?" Things are getting even more mysterious. They need to catch the Heartless Killer. He doesn't feel good about what's going to happen tonight.
Despite the loud storytelling of the guests and the music soaring in the event hall, Nico heard the faint sound of broken wineglasses.
The sound resonated throughout the air, reaching his sharp ears.
He quickly pocketed the white envelope. He spoke into the wireless communication device, hoping that nothing bad happened to her.
"New? Any updates?"
But instead of the girl's voice answering, Nico heard the baritone voice of Atty. Lelouch San Andres. Nico's eyes widened, his hands curled into fists. 'No, no, no! Damn it! This isn't supposed to happen! ' He quickly made his way to the center of the ballroom, where he had heard the noise earlier.
Nova could be in danger!
"Damn, Sherlock! Who said it's easy to be a detective ?!"
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The cold breeze blew outside, but the girl did not even feel cold even when the windows were open. Feralda's apartment is a mess, all their clothes lying on the floor. She snuggled closer to the guy lying beside her, kissing his chest. 'If only this isn't forbidden,' she bitterly thought.
He didn't really know how he got into this situation. He just realized that his former classmate in high school was flirting with him. And he was the fool who fell. One thing led to another, and now here she is --- having a secret affair with him. 'I really need to break up with Renzo. I hope he understands. ' She is having a hard time keeping secrets, not only from her three-year boyfriend, but also from her bestfriend.
Fe remembered what Minnesota had told him earlier. He was just surprised when it suddenly appeared in his house. Min was nervous and terrified of something.
"Fe! P-Please, whoever you're flirting with now, stop it. Maybe the killer will follow you!"
Feralda's forehead furrowed. 'Why does he seem so scared?' But he was even more annoyed with his friend. Why is he interfering? Tsk. "Well, I don't know what you're talking about. What's the killer? I think you've fallen asleep again. All right. I'll have a walk later. Bye." She was about to close the door when Minnesota grabbed her shoulders.
"Stop acting like an immature brat and listen! Damn it."
"Wow! Who's immature among us now? Min, don't mess with my life."
"That's exactly what I did so you're doomed! You always do what you want. You don't even think about the consequences, and you don't even care about my opinion!" Minnesota snapped.
Feralda frowned. "You're just a friend. Why would I need your opinion? Just support me." Min's hands clasped hers at the same time.
But Minnesota Gervacio only sighed in frustration. He looked serious, "Feralda, listen to me! I'm not kidding! You have to be careful. There's a serial killer here in Eastwood and he's targeting people like you ..." But he immediately stopped talking when realizing what he implies.
Feralda glared at her. "All right, go ahead. What am I like?"
"Just forget it. P-Please, Fe. Just be careful. 'Don't' don't go home alone at night or go with anyone."
"Why should I listen to you?"
"Fe, I'm really annoyed with you. Listen to me, even now!"
Feralda glared at the friend. He didn't really know why Minnesota was acting like this. What happened to the goody-two-shoes Min? 'She's lying. He's probably just interfering with what I'm doing, 'he thought, turning to Minnesota again.
"Minnesota?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
And he closed the door. Actually, Feralda slammed the door in her face. This is the first time they have fought so hard with Min. But Feralda hates it. She hates having other people dictate her actions. He didn't want to hear other people's opinions because he was fed up with them. Why is Minnesota interfering with him?
'Maybe he just wants to ruin my relationship with Fred. Doesn't he want me to be happy? '
Feralda was pulled back to reality when Fred's ringtone broke the silence. The man immediately got up and picked up the cellphone on the nightstand. He sighed when he saw who was calling. He turned to Feralda, "I need to answer this. I'll be right back."
Feralda frowned, "Is your fiancé teasing you again? I hope he doesn't come back from Spain. I hope he'll be there forever. Tsk!"
"Fe ..."
"Your wedding is next month, isn't it? When do you plan to tell him about us?"
"We've already talked about this. Just wait, okay?"
"Fred, I'm getting tired of this! It's like I'm hoping for nothing. It's silly!"
But Fred didn't even answer him. He stood up and locked himself in the bathroom, answering his fiancé's call.
Feralda was left depressed in bed. He did not realize that tears were dripping from his eyes. She silently cried and gripped the empty bedsheets beside her. Does Min think he likes this situation?
"I just love it. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
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