Eastwood Cemetery
5:32 p.m.
"It's Thursday, Gwen. Another day will end soon, and another life I'll end tomorrow."
The Heartless Killer knelt in front of his wife's grave. There was no emotion on his face as he talked to the wife he had killed before. He can remember that tragedy like yesterday. That night, he endured so much pain and his sanity slowly slipped away. 'Is this really my destiny? Oh, what an evil and twisted fate I have! ' He laughed softly.
Cassio has long known the husband's secret. Several times he had caught Gwen with her hook. They have also quarreled about it several times. Cassio Salvador was a calm and composed man, and he loved his wife with all his heart.
But the problem is, her heart didn't belong to him.
Cassio used to get drunk every night, and his reputation at work was gradually damaged by the frequency of being late or absent. He and Gwen were still together even though she had almost sold all her property just to make sure that her beloved husband ate three meals a day.
And even though Gwen had repeatedly teased him, Cassio still loved him.
He almost begged for her to stay, to not file a divorce.
"P-Please, Gwen ... 'Don't leave me! You're the only person I have left in this world .."
He did everything for her. He treated her like a queen. Cassio Salvador loved her too much --- that it slowly poisoned him inside-out.
"Cas, w-what's wrong with you ?! Let me go!"
Cassio's dealings with his wife were cold. Soon, his love slowly transformed into obsession and he started treating Gwen as a "property" more than a wife. Cassio became stubborn, and he spoke to his wife without emotion.
"Just try to meet your man again, let's see if you can still get out of the house! Shut up, Gwen! Just repeat!"
"I-I've changed! I'm not kidding anymore, believe me ..."
"After lying so many fucking times to me? I don't believe a shit you say anymore, Gwendolyn."
Abuse.
That's what happened inside the Salvador household. They both know that their relationship will never be healed, even though they have been married for two years.
"But you have to ruin everything, Gwen." Heartless Killer whispered softly as his fists clenched to the side. He remembers that day again.
The day when he lost everything --- his house, equipment, wife, and sanity.
He then caught Gwen meeting again with her fixture. Cassio had been drinking then, and with the intensity of his anger, it suddenly disappeared from his chest. The monstrous rage fueled by betrayal and jealously took over him. He then dragged Gwendolyn home and beat her repeatedly. He tied it up and tied it to the bed.
Cassio ripped out her heart and kept it in a jar.
He then grabbed a bottle of gasoline and drenched her naked body in the liquid.
Finally, he set the whole house on fire.
He watched it from the other corner. Gradually he watched the collapse of their home with all his dreams. Cassio Salvador only realized what he had done when he saw Gwen's charred remains. Fire and almost nothing left in his wife's body.
Cassio cried, screamed, and became a madman.
"It's your fault, Gwen. I thought you wouldn't fool me anymore. But what did you do? You still met that idiot. You emotionally killed me. You made me into a killer." She said tremblingly as she held back her tears. Heartless Killer took a deep breath and left a red rose on Gwen's grave.
He stood up and shook the dress. His stone cold eyes remained on the headstone.
"You're not the only one I should have killed that night. Now, I'll finish what I've already started. Let's see how those detectives can solve this one." A foolish and demonic smile flashed on Cassio Salvador's face.
No.
He is not Cassio Salvador anymore. He has been changing his old face for a long time. Now, thanks to plastic surgery, he wears a permanent mask that no one will suspect.
But the madness is still inside, and the Heartless Killer is yet to dissect his final female victim.
"This is the last time I'll be able to visit your grave, Gwen. Don't worry, your preserved heart is still in a safe place."
And he left his wife's grave and got in the car. It's time to complete the puzzle pieces before the grand finale tomorrow.
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Eastwood General Hospital
5:46 p.m.
Minnesota Gervacio was restless. Earlier he was walking around here in the parking lot of the hospital, hoping that Feralda would answer his texts and calls. But a few minutes passed and he still could not contact the friend. 'Damn it, Fe! What is wrong with you? ' Min cursed under her breath and dialed Feralda's number again.
When he failed again, he immediately called Renzo. The guy immediately picked up, almost too soon.
"Hello, Feralda ?!"
Minnesota smiled sadly. "It's me, Renzo. I still can't contact Fe."
A few moments of silence he heard on the other line before Renzo sighed. Obviously tired as well and worried.
"Min ... Isn't Fe still coming in?"
"No. Are you still at their house?"
"Yes. Auntie is worried about this. Fe didn't say goodbye earlier where she's going. She's only been away for seven hours, so we haven't been able to report a missing person yet."
"Will you just let me know?"
"All right. Let's just hope she's safe."
Minnesota nodded even though he couldn't see it. After that, the call ended.
I sighed. Feralda's parents called her recently, asking if she had gone to work. He said he left suddenly earlier, and they could no longer contact him. Even Renzo doesn't know where she is. 'It's not Fe's habit not to feel that way for so long. She should've called her parent hours ago! ' He thought about it and pocketed the cellphone.
With each passing minute, Minnesota became more and more nervous for the friend. Thami Esteban's limp body suddenly returned to his memory. She tried to push those thoughts away and started walking back to the hospital.
"What the hell did you put in, Fe?"
Even though they still haven't talked since yesterday when they quarreled, Min's fear of what might happen to the friend can't be allayed. Besides, what are the odds that Feralda is the killer's next victim? There are definitely a lot of crazy women in Eastwood.
'It's impossible Fe is next. Impossible. '
But even if he kept saying that to himself, Minnesota couldn't hide that he had a bad idea of what was going to happen. She grabbed the silver star pendant of her necklace and tried to smile.
"Maybe I'm just paranoid again."
*
Minnesota's mother frowned and started tapping the screen of her iPhone again. Earlier he wanted to call his son so that he could buy a lumpia on the other side when he came home. Soon, his shift to the hospital will end. The lady just scratched her head, "Why is technology so popular? How hard it is to use it!"
He found it more difficult to contact the son because he accidentally deleted Minnesota's cellphone number from his contact list. Now, here he is trying to remember the number of his unica hija.
"It's really hard when I get older. Alas, I'm getting old!"
Aling Mina Gervacio took a deep breath and tried to call the child again. He can't really remember the number, so he just tinype the numbers he remembers.
'I hope I don't get the wrong number again. Maybe later I can call the police station again! ' He spoke anxiously in his mind as he stared at the number on the screen.
Then, Aling Mina tapped "call".
*
Eastwood Heights dumpsite
In those moments, Jerome was busy with business. The dress was dirty and a few cigarette sticks were stuck to the garter of his shorts. Carrying his sack full of irons and bottles, he dumped the garbage at the dumpsite one by one. He smiled when he found a broken CPU unit, "Is this for sale? Ah, just. Alas ah. People really are now, just throwing it away."
The poor man often found useful things in here. He has been wasting money for several years to support his family. He took a deep breath and watched the sun go down. The dumpsite looked a little less disgusting whenever the sun sets. And in those moments, Jerome forgets that he is just a mean garbage man in this world.
"I'm rich too." He said softly and resumed the "employment".
There he noticed that there seemed to be more wanderings around. He coughed and drove them away. Probably someone threw away rotten food again. 'Maybe the nearby cafeteria piled up leftovers here,' he thought.
"Looks like I have nothing left to get here. Tsk!"
But just when he was about to walk away, he heard something.
A ringtone.
Jerome frowned at what he heard. He doesn't have a cellphone, does he? Surprisingly he followed the sound and removed some obstructing wrappers of various foods. Her eyes widened when she saw a cloth ---- and inside it, the cellphone was ringing.
Jerome smiled. "Cellphone! Tangina, I'm really lucky today!"
He eagerly picked up the cellphone in its place. "Okay! It looks brand new! Who's calling? Psh." But when he noticed the cloth wrapped around the cellphone earlier, he only realized that it was a pocket of clothes.
Jerome's curiosity got the best of him. Her eyes examined the entirety of the dress. He backed away in no time and dropped the cellphone in shock. 'K-That's why there are so many flies here!'
Because the garbage man found the corpse of a man wearing a white suite --- now stained with red.
'K-I need to call the police!'
Because the garbage man found the body of Neilson Tolentino.
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