This is strange. All of the names on the paper are famous people. First a mayor, then a religious leader who misleads and harms many people, a criminal who kills his entire family, a young man who kills his grandmother because of money, an official who likes to commit corruption, and others. The deaths of these people always managed to attract the attention of the entire community.
If he looks for their similarities, that's the only thing that can be concluded. Namely, they all did bad things and have been widely discussed on social media or television.
He didn't like his work being done like this. Lucas said that he was also only given a message to carry out the murder on the same day every week, namely Thursday. Then all these people must be found by the police, as if their work must be known by many people. This is strange, what does Mr Aiden get from this?
He was standing on the edge of the top floor railing of a large room that was holding a lively party. He looked at the people dancing and enjoying the music on the dance floor like looking at the lemurs at the zoo. His attention was drawn to a man who was drunk accompanied by many women. He predicted that the man who liked to play with women would soon appear on his paper. If that's true, then his prejudice was correct all along. Mr. Aiden wants him to kill famous people, for a purpose he doesn't know what.
He took a sip of the glass of whiskey in his hand then he made a phone call. Not long after, the telephone line was connected.
"It's me, I want to ask you something."
"I'm surprised, I thought you would brag that you had completed your mission and were preparing to become the leader of NYX."
"I want to know why that person wants to kill everyone on the paper I received."
"Oh, I didn't expect that. Why is that important? There is no reason to kill, after all there is no meaning to live." Nick said indifferently through the phone.
"Everything must have a reason, just like you who still keep your hands clean until now or like me who complied with the client's request to finish off those people. I have the right to know the reason and tell me right now, why does that client of your acquaintance want to kill them?"
"I can't just tell you about it."
The cold man knitted his brows. Nick didn't want to tell him the reason, and that only made him suspicious and felt that this was all even more strange. "Fine." he said briefly, he could find the answer himself later.
"Then who is Mr Aiden?" asked that cold man again. He finished his drink in one gulp then he continued, "I've been tracking him, gathering information about who he is but there's no one like that."
Nick laughed, "You may think you're the greatest but there are some things you can't track or find in this world. Don't be big-headed and just do your job properly without asking questions. We have a deal, remember? Just do as they say and get your ass out of that club."
"Watch your mouth, brat," said the man as he walked towards the stairs after checking the time. He hung up the phone when Nick responded with threats and sarcasm.
He went down the stairs without paying attention to the advances of the prostitute who had been greeting him. He arrived at the bottom of the stairs, joined the dance floor and focused on the exit. He glanced at several CCTVs installed in this sparkling room. His steps were disturbed by the arrival of a beautiful woman with a very attractive body. The woman fluffed her hair and puffed out her chest, "Are you free tonight?" she asked, then smiled meaningfully.
"No maam." he said coldly then walked away.
Then the woman impudently grabbed his arm. The man stopped walking and stared intently at the woman's hand which was so presumptuous as to touch him.
"Come on, don't be like that, you don't have to pay me." said the woman liltingly.
The man smiled and whispered something in the woman's ear. ""How many men have enjoyed your body, cheap chick? If you don't leave soon, I'll disembowel you." whispered the man, then he smiled again meaningfully.
This time the woman swallowed her saliva and started to walk away. And then he continued his steps towards the exit and drove his car.
On the other side of town, at the same time. In a simple level house, there was an angel looking girl standing on the roof with flowing black hair that was blown by the wind. Under the dark sky, she entrusted her safety to the edge of the roof without holding on to anything. She was enjoying the cold breeze that pierced her body. She wore a long skirt and a short t-shirt without any jacket. She kept staying there even though her nose started to run. She said she didn't feel any cold even though she couldn't feel her legs anymore. Yet, she still remained with her big smile, full of anticipation and enthusiasm. Her eyes were fixed to the streets. As if she was waiting for someone.
It was quiet, cold and lonely. Until a car stopped near her house and that's when she found what she's looking for.
The cold man got out of his car. He repeatedly checked the watch on his wrist while walking down a small alley towards a simple bakery. It was ten minutes before the bakery closed and he arrived in front of it just before it actually closed. But the place is empty. There were no customers and not a single worker inside.
He looked up, the woman he had seen vaguely earlier was no longer there. He looked at his watch again, he didn't have any more time to wait so he went in without caring whether there was anyone or not.
The bakery bell rang, the sound of footsteps was heard and Aleyah stood in front of her father's room. Inside there was Smith who had fallen asleep in his chair, the old man must have been waiting for the man to arrive until he finally fell asleep. This was Thursday, they had been waiting for this day since the first day this woman's body was successfully taken over. It's time for revenge.
Aleyah closed the bedroom door carefully and locked Smith in there. She put her ear closer to the wall of the door. Smith's snoring voice could still be heard, it means the old man was still in his deep sleep.
"Aleyah? What are you doing?" ask Lucy in a typical waking voice, who peeked at what her sisters do from behind her bedroom door. The girl rubbed her eyes, apparently her sleep had been disturbed.
Aleyah smiled, "It's nothing, there are rats downstairs so don't go down, okay?" she asked and then Lucy went back into her room.
Aleyah threw her father's room key out the window. "I have to take care of those pest rats. So don't get in my way." she muttered vengefully before walking down the stairs.
Aleyah came down the stairs and focused her attention on the man. "What can I help you with on this glorious night?" she asked in a polite manner with a wide smile from ear to ear.
The cold man frowned. Her smile was not as beautiful as usual. Aleyah smiled very widely, more than she used to be and it was very strange. Aleyah that he knew all this time didn't smile at him like that. The woman more often looked at him with droopy eyes that made her look like she was sleepy. The woman usually greeted him with a sarcasm of prejudice, which strangely always succeeded in making him interested in chatting with her.
Aleyah was acting strange, and he didn't need to pay attention to it. He is here to work, not to see her or chat with that woman. He turned his attention away from Aleyah without returning her friendliness. He peeked at the doorway and stairs of the shop, he just had a business with Smith.
Aleyah hit the cashier's counter so hard that the man almost startled. "Who are you looking for? Just mention what your order is. Just focus on me." she said in a low tone, the opposite with her manner earlier. The man couldn't get any more interesting entertainment than dealing with this woman.
He would give her what she asked for, well, this time he would give up his time to deal with her. "As usual," he said straight to the point.
One of the ghosts languishing in Aleyah's body was confused. The woman tapped her fingers on the table at a fast tempo. And then she glanced at the list of bread for sale, he repeatedly read the menu. Guess what this man always orders.
"What's wrong? Is it difficult for you to understand what I said?"
The woman cleared her throat, "Can you repeat your order? I couldn't—could hear it well." she said awkwardly while scratching behind her ear.
"I thought you already knew what I was always looking for. I only order one thing every time I get here and I want you to hurry up. I don't have time."
Aleyah hit the table harder, "Hey! You think I know what bread everyone orders? This bakery is busy and too many people come here so don't think you're special. Just tell me your damn order."
The man glanced around him, "Yes, it's very busy..." he muttered sarcastically. He sighed and let her scream and cursed at him. He just wanted to get the name and get on with his work. He must immediately find answers to the irregularities in his mission.
"Cinnamon roll, and do it quickly."
The woman nodded and began to prepare what the man asked for. Quickly, according to the man's request. She handed me a box of sweet bread, "Pay as usual." she said while waiting for the man to take the money out of his wallet.
Aleyah looked at various cards from the man's wallet. She grinned and stretched out her arm to deliberately push the bottle of hand sanitizer on the edge of the cashier's desk. She acted surprised and the man was just as surprised as her.
"Sorry, can you pick that up?" asked Aleyah.
The man immediately turned to Aleyah without hesitation, he put his wallet on the cashier's table then bent down to pick up the bottle that had rolled earlier. Aleyah immediately grabbed the man's wallet and peeked at his identification card.
"Michael Irwin," she muttered, and then she found his business card. She grinned, "So you are a banker." she muttered again. She dug up other information by exploring the contents of the man's wallet. Where he lives, where he usually eats or buys things from the payment receipts, whether there is a photo of a partner in his wallet or other small things that can be used to trace the man's residence.
The man put the bottle in its place and Aleyah smiled again without missing a second to put the man's wallet in its place. The man handed over the money and checked the order without the slightest suspicion.
"This is not my order." he said as he returned his order. He never liked this old-fashioned way of exchanging information, it was really very troublesome. No, it shouldn't be troublesome if Smith was the one standing in front of him now.
"Wrong? I was right, it's a warm cinnamon roll." said the woman in astonishment.
The man looked at the watch on his wrist. He should be in his office by now, investigating the next potential victim and then taking care of himself by sleeping according to schedule.
"You don't know anything yet, do you?" asked the man in surprise. How good is Smith at keeping secrets? Until his daughter didn't know anything about the bakery's past or original function.
"Aleyah!" shouted an old man from the top of the stairs.
Aleyah closed her eyes in resignation. The man woke up before she finished her business with this man. Besides, how could he get out of his room? Ah whatever it is, what is certain is that after this she will be scolded and advised not to get close to this man again.
They weren't in a place to worry about safety and never afraid of any danger, they got nothing to lose. They are already dead, in that man's hand, all that remains now is revenge