The group finally gets to enjoy a well-deserved vacation after all the fighting. They decide to explore Mexico City, with Luna especially excited for the chance to sightsee—something she rarely gets to do.
Luna joins Sunny, Priscilla, and Rhea, eager to meet Priscilla's psychic friend. As they turn a corner, they follow Priscilla's lead toward a secluded part of the city where the psychic supposedly works. Walking through a narrow alleyway, they arrive at their destination.
Luna notices something odd—there's no sign marking the place. Strange, she thinks.
Sunny pushes open the door and steps inside first.
"Welcome, everyone. Ah, Luna, you're here to ask about your brother?"
A woman walks into view, wearing a lavish purple dress. Her long black hair is tied in a ponytail, and her striking green eyes seem to glow. Her skin is a beautiful tan, and her presence is captivating.
Luna tenses up upon hearing the psychic's words, but before she can react, the woman laughs softly.
"Oh, it's okay, darling. Priscilla told me ahead of time that you were coming."
She moves gracefully, pulling back a few curtains to reveal a room that looks exactly like what one would expect from a psychic—dim lighting, a mysterious ambiance, and a crystal ball sitting at the center of a round table. However, this crystal ball isn't ordinary. It glows with a bright purple light, illuminating the room with an eerie yet mesmerizing hue.
The woman gestures for Luna to sit. "Well, Miss Luna, go on, take a seat."
Luna exhales, still unsure of what to expect, but she pulls out a chair and sits. "Sorry, this is my first time seeing a psychic. If I come off as rude, I apologize in advance."
The woman chuckles lightly. "It's okay, sweetheart. But where are my manners? My name is Joana. I hail from France—I was born in Paris."
Luna perks up at that. "France? I've heard it's a beautiful place."
Joana nods, a small smirk forming on her lips. "Yes, it's extremely beautiful… but it stinks as well."
Luna blinks, caught off guard by the remark. "Oh, I see… I'll keep that in mind if I ever visit." She clears her throat before getting to the point. "Umm, so… about my brother. What do you know?"
Joana's smile lingers as she places her hands gently on the glowing crystal ball.
"Oh, I see… Miss Luna, the last time you were with him, you were in a forest. He disappeared after the two of you were attacked."
Luna leans forward, hanging on every word.
Joana's eyes narrow as she peers deeper into the swirling glow. "Good news—he is still alive. But… strange. I'm having a hard time locating him."
She focuses more intensely, her fingers gripping the sides of the ball as she tries to see further. The glow pulsates, the air in the room growing heavier. Then, without warning—crack!
The crystal ball fractures down the middle.
Joana sighs, shaking her head. "Oh! That's the fourth time that's happened to me…" She leans back, rubbing her temples. "The most I could see is that he seems to be somewhere in Asia—maybe Thailand—but beyond that, it's all obscured. I'm really sorry, sweetheart. That's all I could glimpse."
Luna sighs but still she has a smile "Thanks, strange I've been wandering my whole life if he was still alive or not and yet here now I know and yet I don't know what to feel."
Joana smiles and places a hand on Luna's shoulder "You'll know what you truly feel when you see him again sweetheart."
Luna smiles before standing up and leaving the building. She had been excited to meet a psychic, and while she didn't get all the answers she wanted, at least she had a lead. As she steps outside, she turns to Sunny.
"Well, uh… what do you want to do now? Priscilla said she wanted to stay behind to talk with Joana."
Sunny grins. "Well, partner, I did say I'd take you out to eat when we got here!"
Luna's eyes light up with joy. "Yes! Let's go now!"
Sunny lets out a hearty laugh. "Alright, alright, partner. Let's go find somewhere to eat."
As Sunny and Luna head off to find a restaurant, elsewhere in the city, Jamal steps into a dimly lit bar, a photograph in hand. His eyes scan the room until they land on the bartender. He walks up to the counter, setting the photo down.
"Hey."
The bartender looks at the photograph, stroking his chin before giving a slow nod. Without a word, he slides a drink and a letter across the counter toward Jamal.
Jamal picks up the letter, his fingers hovering over the seal. He exhales deeply, staring at the photograph—an old picture of him and his brother. His grip tightens slightly before he finally slices open the envelope.
As he reads, his expression darkens. The letter isn't just a message—it's a report. It details who killed his brother… and where they're hiding.
He continues reading the report, his expression growing darker as he flips to the next page. The details make his stomach churn—his brother's killer had taken more lives since then. But as he scans further, a revelation stops him cold.
His brother's murderer was someone he once trusted—his old police partner. The man who had been by his side on every patrol, every arrest, every investigation.
Jackson Ferguson.
His last known whereabouts: Toronto, Canada.
Jamal exhales sharply, his grip tightening on the letter. His hands begin to tremble as he stares at the name, the reality sinking in. The very man who shattered his family, who tore his life apart, was someone he had once called a friend.
He clenches his jaw, crumpling the edges of the paper before forcing himself to take a deep breath. He reaches for his drink and downs it in one go, the burn doing little to calm the storm raging inside him.
Standing up, he places some money on the counter and walks out of the bar. The cool night air hits his face, but it does nothing to clear his mind. He sighs, stuffing the letter into his pocket as he begins walking aimlessly through the city streets.
He needs time to think.
To decide what to do next.