From the darkness, Cassio watched the arrival of police and paramedics. He cursed under his breath when he saw Minnesota being transported on a stretcher. 'He won't last long either. It would take a miracle to save that bitch. ' How they found him, he no longer knew. The police were already in a commotion, and in the midst of this commotion, detectives carefully searched the equipment inside his warehouse.
"Fucking detectives .."
The Heartless Killer could almost feel the claws on his palm. He didn't even flinch when his nails pierced the flesh. "Cassio Salvador" was already numb to pain. Gwendolyn made him into a monster. He took a deep breath and walked away from where he had parked his car.
"They have only 'til midnight."
He'll get his revenge --- one way, or another. He was ready to throw his soul into hell, just to kill that man. 'This time, he won't get away.'
"Good luck, detectives." The Heartless Killer grinned and started the car.
He drove away, as the first streaks of sunlight cascaded upon the dark skies.
*
"Nico?"
Detective Nico Yukishito was pulled out of his reverie when Nova tapped his shoulder. When he turned to the girl, he noticed that she was frowning. "You've been an idiot there before. Are you still thinking about the poem sent by HK?"
The young man nodded and watched as Minnesota boarded the ambulance. He is in critical condition. Fortunately, the ambulance arrived quickly. That much blood loss can kill anyone. Nico sighed, "I'm sure Cassio Salvador abducted him. I've pieced out all the evidence inside that storage room --- but his motive still puzzles me."
The girl smiled softly. "We'll figure it out. For now," Nova looked at the receding ambulance and remembered Minnesota's miserable look, "let's just hope she survives."
Nico took a deep breath and closed his eyes. By the way, it's Friday now. They have only been holding this case for a few days, but there have been many events. Many are already affected. The facts are unraveling before him. The serial killer's methods are yet to be deciphered. 'But what was his real reason?'
Nico's attention was taken by the unexpected call. He recognized his uncle's number. The young detective frowned and declined the call.
Nico still hated his uncle for hiding things from him. And now that they know that Cassio Salvador is hiding behind the mask of a high -ranking DEATH employee, they can no longer trust anyone from that company.
"The best mysteries have the worst twists."
---
Minnesota Gervacio felt nothing. It was as if he was floating in nothingness, without destination and without awareness of the world. Her body felt weightless. Her eyes saw only a vast darkness in front of her. 'Is this how people die? Is this how I should die? ' He thinks and remembers everything that happened.
Her memory was blurred --- too vague to comprehend anything. He quietly remembers everything. The last memories of pain didn't seem to affect her anymore. She didn't know if she would be excited or nervous.
'Am I dead?'
Surely her mother would be sad, as would their other relatives. He will leave his job at the hospital, the dream he has worked for for several years. He will leave Feralda, his best friend ever since.
'Fe ... Is he safe?'
Subconsciously, Minnesota smiled. He was very confident that his friend was in good health. Feralda is alive, and that is worth the sacrifice for Minnesota. She'd take a bullet for a bestfriend any day, and smile through the tears. She'd take all the pain, just to ensure her loved ones are safe from harm. That's probably the biggest "mistake" in Minnesota's behavior. Ever since then, Fe has been telling him about it.
'I am too selfless.'
But he has no regrets. If he had any "hope" in his life, it was "hope" that his last moments with Feralda went well. I hope they don't quarrel. I hope Min just understood Fe's behavior. Hopefully it doesn't get to this point.
Sana. Sana. Hope .. Maybe it's true what they say that you will think of all the "hopes" in your life when you are about to disappear.
"--- you heard me, Min ... P-Please, wake up."
Minnesota was surprised when she suddenly heard that voice. Suddenly, her senses became active again. Gradually he felt her body, and her deep breathing. The smell of alcohol and antiseptic reached her nostrils --- and it felt like home. She had always loved the smell of hospitals. 'Am I in the hospital?' Moments later, Minnesota's eyes widened.
A blurred figure stood before her and the fluorescent lights made her cringe.
"M-Min?"
Minnesota's vision gradually brightened.
Feralda was smiling down at her, tears in her eyes. "G-You're awake!" And even before Minnesota could speak, he felt its tight embrace. The friend was crying, and tears were staining his hospital gown.
Minnesota still can't believe it. "I-I'm alive?"
Feralda pulled away and pathetically wiped her tears. He nodded to Min. She tried to smile even though her tears were still flowing, "Gaga! I-I thought you were leaving us. My beauty rest was ruined because of you." And it laughed softly.
Minnesota sat up, still dizzy from the blood loss. It was only then that he noticed some wounds on his wrist. The barb wires left an ugly and permanent mark on her skin. When his thigh ached slightly, it was only then that he remembered that he also had a wound here. She saw the bandaged wound, blood faintly stained the sterile cloth.
"I'm the one watching over you now. I put my aunt to rest first ..." Feralda said and poured her a glass of water.
Minnesota nodded and surveyed the room. It was dark outside. The window had a magnificent view of the cityscape. He looked at the white clock hanging on the wall.
11:05 p.m.
"How long have I been here?" He asked as he reached for the glass of water that Fe presented to him. Feralda sat on the edge of her bed and started tapping on her cellphone. He slightly raised his head at Min's question and thought, "It's been almost a whole day ... You rushed here this morning. When you had a blood transfusion, you've been resting all day. We're just thankful. the detectives found you right away. "
'Detectives? Wait---'
"Fe, is my dress there? There's a picture in the pocket! It's from the kidnapper!" He could almost get up because of the memory. "Shit, I have to give them that! It might help with the case!" But Min immediately complained when his wound hurt again. She weakly laid back on the bed and cursed under her breath.
Surprisingly, Fe immediately took a photo next to the pitcher and gave it to Min. "We saw that a while ago ... What's that for? I don't recognize anyone in that photograph."
Confused Minnesota turned to the friend. She clutched the photograph in her hand, anxiety inside her chest. "Fe, I need to talk to Detective Nico and Detective Brian!" He was already nervous about the possibilities. She needs to talk to them!
"S-All right. Actually, they're out there, they're also waiting for you to wake up earlier. I'll just call them." And he quickly ran out of the room. Maybe Feralda also feels that this is an important lead for the man who kidnapped her. The heartless demon who left her bleeding, almost to death.
Minnesota glared at the photo. He couldn't understand its connection, he was confident it would be solved by two of Eastwood's best detectives.