"Wow … this is really very coincidental. I heard you're a detective. I think this information will help a lot. But I'm not sure if you'll believe it or not."
"Say it. I'll trust you." Anna said confidently.
"Okay. But maybe I don't have much time left. I'll just tell you a little bit about that thing."
"I'd be very grateful." Anna said.
"He's a cursed creature. He's a mythical creature, many people call him 'Nekomata'. But these things are very different. From the story that goes around, Nekomata is a cat that has magical powers and he can kill humans. It is the incarnation of a demon who flees to earth and seeks the heart of man for its food."
"So it's after your heart?" Anna asked, looking so shocked and still hard to accept the mystical story.
"Yeah, it always appears on the night of a lunar eclipse. He'll be looking for a single woman who's still considered sacred. Therefore, you should also be careful how much more you've met the creature." She said looking worried.
Anna was still speechless in her mind. He still can't understand the current situation. The story on the bottom of the woman's story sounds real but it doesn't make sense.
"How could there be such a creature?"
Questions Anna still can't understand.
"Looks like I've got to go. Look …!" She said pointing at a man wearing a black all-around robe—standing full of deadly aura.
To hear that Anna immediately looked in the direction that the spirit was pointing. Anna's eyes were perfectly rounded—surprised, she saw the grim reaper she met a moment ago.
"We meet again …" said the grim reaper with a very suspicious look.
Anna immediately turned her eyes away—she was afraid.
"What's your name?" Anna asked about the woman's spirit.
"My name is Kang Mona," She replied.
"Ah ! So … you're the vet, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. Thank you for telling me what happened that day.
The woman's spirit face seemed so sad that she had to leave everything in this world immediately. There's a lot she still wants to do. A dream she couldn't achieve yet, she let it all go. Fate cannot change. The destiny of death is a contract of direct agreement between the god and human.
"Anna … I hope you can find your true love as soon as possible so that it can't hurt you. Take care of yourself. Bye …,"
The woman's spirit is slowly fading. As she walked with the reaper. It feels so sad to see someone die. But this isn't the first time for Anna.
All the way back, Anna could only keep quiet for a moment until suddenly there was a sound coming back from the right side.
"She's a good."
Anna was surprised—getting to the right.
Howl sits so quietly beside Anna.
"You! Why did it suddenly appear here?" Anna asked as she stepped away to keep her distance.
"Come with me!" said Howl as he moved from his chair.
"Where are you going? You'll take her to a strange place again, won't you! " Anna said, her eyes were sharp looking suspiciously at Howl.
Howl only breathes a sigh of Anna's attitude, which always thinks badly of herself. Suddenly he felt sorry for helping that big-mouthed woman's life.
"You don't want to offer your condolences to that woman?" Howl asked.
"Ahh… You're right."
***
When Howl and Anna arrive at the funeral home next to the hospital building. Today every room is filled with mourners. Anna is still wearing hospital clothes walking in with Howl.
A picture of Mona's smiling face was shown. But it's all meaningless because she's gone to her last resting place. An old woman and a middle-aged man who greeted the guests looked pale and lethargic.
"They're Mona's father and mother." Howl whispered.
Anna now understands why they look like this. Losing someone we love isn't easy, because Anna felt that way when her mother died 10 years ago.
Trying to keep her tears from coming out. Anna ventured into the room. Took a white chrysanthemum stem that he then put in front of a photo of the woman named Mona. Do both homage and prayer for the late Mona so that she can rest in heaven.
This feeling of familiarity makes him a little uncomfortable. The memory of 10 years ago seemed to be imagining it. Anna moved from her prostration—returning her head down before she walked up to Mona's parents.
"I'm sorry for Mona's departure. I'm detective Anna who's investigating the case." Anna said.
She immediately cries under Anna's feet, begging Anna to immediately arrest the perpetrator who had murdered her daughter in a sadistic manner.
"Please help us detective Anna. Please immediately arrest the perpetrator who killed our son. Mona, she's a very devoted son to her parents. She always worked hard for both her sickly parents. Please, Detective Anna. I beg you."
The woman kept crying — prostrating herself to Anna for help.
Anxiety that can no longer be humbled, Anna sits limp in tears—apologizing for not being able to save Mona as a police officer.
"I'm sorry. I'll try to catch the perpetrator who killed your daughter. I'm sorry …" said Anna crying like a baby abandoned by her mother.
***
Howl gives a bottle of drink to Anna who is still crying after getting out of the funeral home. They're in a hospital park. His breath was panting like a child trying not to cry. Both eyes were blushing and blushing. How many sheets of tissue did he use to saliva on that nose? Disgusting.
"How long will you cry?" Howl asked.
"No, I'm not crying."
Anna wipes tears from her eyes—she is ashamed to cry in front of Howl, who does not shed any tears at all. Like having no feelings.
"You have no feelings? Why don't you show me a sad face at all?" Anna asked with a cynical look.
"After all, death is certain to occur. I've seen so many people die. Sadness? I think it's a thing not to feel." Howl said.
Howl's words sound so haughty to Anna's ears. He now believes that Howl may be the same species as the creature that killed Mona.
"You're a psychopath?"
"Psychopaths? It makes sense." Howl said casually, making Anna speechless.
"Why did you suddenly show up?" Anna asked—disgusted.
"I just want to make sure you're okay." Howl replied without any burden.
Howl's words in seconds touched Anna's heart. But a few seconds ago Anna thought Howl was just a cold-blooded freak who was more violent than a psychopath. But that's like breaking all his bad thoughts about Howl.
Anna was silent—shushed with shame. But Anna tried to cover it up, saying in a cynical tone, "No need to worry. I'm a detective with a black belt, above average fighting skills. I can take care of myself."
"Then why did you almost die that night?" Howl asked.
"HYA!" Anna snapped so loudly in front of Howl that it sounded like she was underestimating him.
"Am I wrong?" Howl asked.