I had no idea of how long I had been sitting there-,
Infact, I had long lost the passage of time.
I sat down there, vacantly staring at the dismembered body of the young lady.
I f-elt-,
Lost.
Broken.
And worse-,
The guilt coiling and pooling around my chest slowly grew into a tangible force.
One that squeezed the very air out of my lungs.
One that made the very act of breathing more difficult.
...It was a feeling I couldn't quite place my hands on.
I-...i-t felt as though a sharp knife had been used to slice through my heart.
S-uch pain-,
My hands trembled.
Really couldn't be described in words.
And before long, my body soon joined in the fray.
And slowly but surely, I could feel it.
The suffocating grasp of:
Guilt.
It was slowly crawling its way towards me.
Slowly trying to overwhelm me.
I-...i-t was slowly trying to consume me.
Thump... Thump...
My deafening heartbeat echoed through the stifling silence, each one more frantic than the last.
And,
Thump… Thump..
I sat down there for an eternity or so it seemed. The minutes blended into hours, and hours into what felt like days.
The grim reality of my macabre act weighed down on me, a suffocating force that left me broken.
Lost.
Confused.
And I could hear them, now.
The voices.
'Why did you kill her!!!'
They were slowly overwhelming me.
'You could have simply let her bleed to death!!!'
Slowly eating me from the inside.
'Why!!! Why!!!'
They were now just a step away from fully consuming me.
"Stoooopppp!!!"
I clutched my head tightly, fighting against the intense force that threatened to overwhelm me.
Threatening to consume me.
I knew I couldn't allow it.
I-…I couldn't allow them.
True.
She was once a human.
But a fact can't be denied and that was the fact that:
She had been unlucky enough to have been possessed by a demon.
Her fate had long been sealed before I even recited the chant.
A part of me also knew that she couldn't have survived:
Not from the blood loss nor from the demon.
...The demon's grip on her soul already signed her death warrant and it certainly wouldn't let her live even if it did later decide to look for another meat suit.
Yet,
A self deprecating smile slowly curled up my lips.
I knew this was just me trying to justify my actions.
'Hah-ah-aha.'
This was just me trying to find a balm to use against the overwhelming sense of guilt that threatened to drown me in its abyss.
But,
"Ha- ah."
No amount of justification could ease the gnawing emptiness inside me.
No amount of self-conviction could ease that guilt.
Biting onto my lower lips.
I exhaled sharply, tearing my gaze away from the macabre act of blood and flesh.
My hands trembled violently, and I had to tightly clench my hands in order to stop the sonorous tremors running through them.
But,
"Haa."
It wasn't working.
I clenched my hands even tighter.
Nothing was working.
With trembling hands, I got a lighter.
Closing my eyes, I opened it with a sharp exhalation.
And then-,
Whoosh!
I set the remains ablaze until the bright incandescent flame swallowed every trail of my cruel actions.
"Hahahaha."
I guess that had lessen the guilt coiling and tightening around my chest like an iron vice.
But how wrong was I?
My hands still trembled.
My body still shook violently.
And my deafening heartbeat still echoed through the stifling silence.
I-...It changed nothing.
Staying rooted on the spot.
I forced myself to calm down.
The smell of burning flesh lingered in the air and before long-,
It proved far harder than expected, but amidst the sense of guilt that threatened to overwhelm me, I managed to maintain a semblance of rationality.
I descended into my hidden basement to retrieve weapons I might need.
'...Who knew when the next demon would strike?'
I had to be prepared and be on guard against any unforeseen event.
Swiftly packing my gears. I was done in no time.
But before leaving, I had one more thing to verify.
"Parameters."
I muttered under my breath.
And then-,
"PARAMETERS"
▪︎ Strength: 7
▪︎ Speed: 7
▪︎ Constitution: 8
▪︎ Agility: 8
▪︎ Resilience: 9
▪︎ Intelligence: 9
▪︎Spirituality: 10 {peak mortal state}
"Hmm"
My brows got slightly raised.
'...Based on my parameters. It could be said that I was severely lacking when it came to strength and speed. Though I was quite surprised about something:
A light smile slowly crept up my face.
'...Based on the memories I have. One's spirituality determines the effect of one's exorcism, how strong one's rituals directed towards one's god would be.
And just how strong one would be when compared to other transcenders of the same sequence Level. Of course it had other miraculous uses. But for now… without having awakened, I could only use either of those effects.'
'That would also explain why my exorcism spells are far stronger than expected of an unawakened.'
'...Well I've two attribute points. If I'm correct, it should work like:
T-his.
"Add one point to both strength and speed attribute."
Nodding my head at the change reflected on the screen, I could feel a subtle almost imperceptible flow of energy coursing through me.
'...No wonder readers love reading this kind of novels.'
The ones with systems.
I finally got an answer to one of the questions that had been greatly troubling me.
Sighing lightly.
I felt a light weight getting lifted, and somehow, I felt more synchronized.
It was a feeling I couldn't really quite place my hands on.
Shaking my head.
I decided not to think too much about it.
'...Hmm. I did get an item from the system.'
With a narrowed brow.
"Transcender status."
I whispered softly and then-,
"Transcender status"
▪︎ Retracement Level: [0%...100%]
▪︎ Bloodline status: Dormant
▪︎ Pathway: Dormant
▪︎ Sequence Level: Nill
▪︎ Spiritual Anchor: 99%
▪︎ Bloodline abilities: Nill
▪︎ Mystical Item: Pocket Marauder Compass.
'There it was.'
As an avid reader of this kind of books- mostly done to understand why readers loved them-. I could say I knew one or two things about the whole system shenanigan.
Closing my eyes for a second.
I willed for "it" to describe the mystical item.
And then-,
A few set of words suddenly appeared before me:
[Type: Item
[Appearance: A bronze pocket compass with no cardinal directions, only a single black needle that erratically points in random directions.]
[Effect: Guides its owner to hidden caches, overlooked objects and paths that leads its owner closer to his/her immediate goal.]
[Limitation: The compass cannot differentiate between safe and dangerous outcomes and its guidance grows less reliable in high-stakes or volatile environments.]
'Now…that was quite a lot to digest.'
So it's safe to assume I wouldn't be making use of this mystical item. At least not until I find a way to go around its limitation. In such a supernatural infested world where supernatural creatures, evil gods and malevolent shadows lurk in every nook and cranny. Wielding such an item was in no way different from courting death.
Shaking my head.
"....Unless I absolutely have no other choice, I can't afford to use it."
With a light exhalation.
I turned to leave.
Tok-
Tok-
Climbing out of the hidden basement, I closed the door beneath me and threw the red carpet over the entrance.
Whoosh!!!!
After moving a little bit farther away from it, I also lit it up.
'...I couldn't afford any discrepancies that could be traced towards me.
Especially when they were weird mystical means- such as- divination in this world.'
Whoosh!!!
Chaaar!!!
Outside, the chaotic roars of the flame painted the sky orange.
But I had no time to dwell on that.
Having removed all traces and making it look no different from some sort of explosion. I needed to leave before the cops arrived.
I glanced at the burning building one last time and with a sharp exhalation.
I hefted my backpack over my shoulder and then-,
I took huge strides as I made way to leave.
Tok-
I took my first step.
Tok-
And then the second.
The third
And the fourth.
And just then-,
Screeeeecchh!!!
The sound of screeching tires suddenly reverberated through the stifling silence.
For a second there-,
I froze.
And the only constant sound in the suffocating silence was the sound of my heart pounding hard against my chest.
Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
'The cops?'
I shifted my gaze towards the incoming car.
The first thought that came to my mind was to flee.
But just then-,
The car drifted to a stop, blocking my escape route.
Thump... Thump...
Gritting my teeth.
I was about to pull out my gun when a-,
Thump... Thump...
Familiar face suddenly appeared before me.
"Klaus?"
The figure smiled.
"Get into the car little kiddo. You've got a lot of catching up to do."
I frowned.
"You do know, technically, we're practically the same age, right?"
"...Says who?"
"Says the old man."
I replied as a matter of fact.
With a surprised look on his face, he spoke up:
"Oh... And when was that?"
My mouth twitched slightly and I had to refrain myself from giving him a dazzling knock.
Exhaling lightly.
I knew he was playing ignorant and I really wasn't in the best of mood for that.
My gaze shifted towards the c-shaped mark on the ground and I simply shook my head.
'...He hasn't changed after all.'
Getting into the car.
I was about to put on my seatbelts when-,
Screeeeecchh!!!
The car suddenly busted into a short sprint, which resulted in me smacking my head against the window.
"Ouch."
I shifted my gaze towards Klaus and managed to catch the trace of a wide grin.
I didn't need to be told to know he'd done it on purpose.
"Bastard."
I muttered, rubbing my temples in an attempt to alleviate the slight ache.
Klaus opened his mouth in feigned shock.
"Oh my- Doesn't that also make you a bastard."
I simply rolled my eyes at his remark.
He grinned widely, obviously pleased with himself.
"Hmph. Consider that as payback for abandoning the family."
True. The previous Xavier had left home in order to live a normal life. But in the end, his past still caught up to him.
Sighing inwardly.
I reclined my back against the seat.
"Well guess I deserved that, then."
My mind was still warring with various chaotic primal emotions, but at least, Klaus's words momentarily pulled me out of the dark thoughts that were threatening to consume me.
The car was already moving, speeding down the road as the chaotic remnants of my home disappeared into the rearview mirror.
Passing by a group of cops who I guessed were probably heading for my house. Klaus gave them a slight wink, while they simply nodded their head at the supposedly law-abiding citizen.
"True that reminds me," Shifting my gaze towards Klaus, "What of the old man?"
"I haven't heard from him in ages."
Pausing for a split second, I added softly:
"H-ope… he's still alive."
That might seem like a weird question to ask my brother, but with the danger we were exposed to in our day to day "life" activities, every single day could very well be our last.
Sighing inwardly.
Klaus shook his head and with a light laugh, he spoke up:
"Unfortunately for you, the old man is still very much alive and kicking."
I nodded.
"That's good to hear."
"Yeah," Klaus held the steering wheel with one hand and handed over a phone to me with the other hand.
"Listen to the voicemail."
"Oh- Alright."
A few minutes later, I was done digesting the information- if it could even be called one.
Turning towards Klaus.
"Hmm... So it's safe to assume that the old man got a trail on the demon that killed mum."
Klaus nodded in response.
"...And he won't be around until gods' knows when. So... he wants us to continue the family business until then."
"Yeah."
I was silent for a while.
For once- perhaps twice-, I didn't know how to respond.
True, I had a deep desire to get stronger and uncover the secrets behind my transmigration. But taking this path- also included with it-, the chances of me dying before achieving said goal.
But nevertheless, I had already made up my mind long ago.
…The previous Xavier died practically because he ran away from the truth. Because he ran away from his lineage.
I couldn't afford to make the same mistake.
I exhaled sharply, hoping that this decision wouldn't break me.
"...Alright. So where are we headed for?"
"Dark-Orleans," Klaus replied almost immediately.
"Also. It's good to have you back in the family business."
He added with a light smile.
I simply nodded in reply, receiving a newspaper from him.
My gaze swept through it and then, I spoke up:
"So. Three murders have been reported in the short span of three days."
"Yeah."
A cold expression slowly crept up Klaus's face.
"Those shapeshifters are always psychopaths with a crazy sense of reasoning."
I shifted my gaze towards Klaus, and didn't fail to see the bitter expression.
I felt like laughing, but I held myself back.
After all…, he wasn't the only hunter that had suffered in the hands of numerous shapeshifters.
I also had- or to be more precise, the previous owner of this body.
Smiling, I turned the newspaper and said:
"Like you're any better."
Klaus shook his head with a light laugh:
"No lol. I know I can be insane. But really,"
With a shake of his head, he added:
"Theirs is just on another level entirely."
"Yeah. Very obvious."
I replied as a matter of fact.
Klaus had a wry smile slowly creeping up his face.
Tick-
Tick-
A few seconds clocked by in total silence, before he spoke up once again, the sound of the wind roaring past the moving car:
"Do you know what the witnesses reported to the cops?"
I smiled, lightly shaking my head:
"What else? Probably that they saw two look-alikes."
Klaus chuckled lightly, making a dexterous maneuver as the car drifted into another street.
Over the course of drifting, he barely managed to avoid smashing into two cars before he eventually drifted past a few drivers who were suddenly filled with the urge to curse Klaus, while some probably thought the driver was on drugs.
Some, too worried at what life has got to throw at them to care or bother about some fool's reckless driving.
Klaus chuckled lightly, clearly pleased with himself.
I shook my head.
My eyes slowly shifting to the left, as I prepared for Qanzias city to become nothing more than a fleeting memory.
Sighing lightly.
According to the memories I had. The time I- the previous Xavier spent here could be said to be weirdly enough, one of the most blissful moments of my life.
Something I couldn't find a reason to.
…Since most of my memories were sealed, while others seem to be in a weird state. Added to the fact that I was unable to find the reason for this.
Everything just felt so... overwhelming.
Sighing in exasperation.
I decided to remove the various thoughts from the walls of my mind.
Thinking about them won't solve them anyway.
"Hmm. It will probably take us around five hours to arrive at Dark-Orleans, right?"
"Yeah."
Klaus nodded in reply.
And we both returned to our strange quiet state, with a weird, stifling silence seeping into the atmosphere.
One that was starting to get really uncomfortable.
And just then-,
It appeared.
[ A quest has been initiated:
[Find and stop the shapeshifter.]
Side quest:
[Find the motive behind its action: Every action both brutal and kind- is done for a reason. Find his.]
[Reward: unknown]
'This again.'
I tilted my head to the left.
'...Is it some kind of game-quest section of the system.'
And just then, I sensed Klaus's gaze.
A-nd…-,
Thump… Thump…
It wasn't on me.
Slightly taken aback.
'...Don't tell me!'
My eyes slightly widened but I managed to regain my calm just in time to ask:
"...You can see it?"
"Yes, fool." Klaus replied with a derisive laugh.
Lightly shaking his head, he added:
"I also have one."
"Hmm."
"...Weird."
My hands were now placed on my chin whether subconsciously or instinctively- who knows.
Is he a transmigrator?
No, I doubt so. When the previous Xavier was still alive, he had never portrayed any abnormalities.
And… I suddenly had an idea.
Muttering the word "status" inwardly.
I shifted to other sections of my status.
But...-,
'Just like I thought.'
He wasn't able to see them.
I was now more sure of it, likewise I was confident about it.
We certainly don't have the same system, but our systems seem to somehow give us the same quest- once in a while.
At least for now that's what they were doing. So it was safe to assume that both systems have a weird relationship.
Though I wasn't too sure about the reason for such a weird situation.
Even with my years of reading and writing, I had never come across such a weird situation.
…I had a feeling that I would still find out about it, sooner or later.
'...That, I was somehow sure of.
"Hmm. But I still don't get something?"
"What's that?"
"According to the reports. The shapeshifter appears to be going after some set of young women."
Klaus let out a light laugh, eliciting a cold stare from me.
Coughing lightly, he finally spoke up, and at that, with an exaggeratedly widened eyes:
"Don't tell me you think the shapeshifter has got a knack for young women?"
"No. No... definitely no."
My face hardened.
"...And Klaus. This isn't really the time for your not-so-funny quirks."
"Alright, alright."
With a displeased expression, he added:
"...Always a jerk as usual."
I simply stared blankly at him. Not knowing how to reply.
I mean-,
'Who's the jerk between both of us?'
Lightly shaking my head:
"So it's safe to assume that the shapeshifter is going after some set of young women."
"Yeah."
"Not only does it lead to the husband's arrest, it seldomly also leads to the woman's death."
"But I am still confused. What exactly does the shapeshifter aim to achieve from doing all this?"
I shook my head and with a light sigh, I spoke up:
"If I do tell you I understand, then just know I'm probably just pulling your legs."
"There's almost no reasonable motive behind the shapeshifter's actions. It's...almost as though it's just doing all this, just to have...
"Fun."
We both said at the same time.
I exhaled lightly.
Klaus, who controlled the steering wheel, simply shook his head.
"It doesn't matter anyway. Whatever the reason might be. We'll eventually find out by the time we make it to Dark-Orleans."
Klaus paused for a second and then, he added with a light wink:
"Talking about Dark-Orleans. Are you going to meet her?"
"Her?"
I was monetarily confused but the memories soon came flooding in.
"Oh... You mean meet up with Sophia?"
"Yes, of course," Klaus replied with a derisive laugh. "Who else had our young Xavier falling head over heels for her?"
"Numerous girls have."
I said as a matter of fact.
Klaus laughed lightly.
"True. But it will still be cool. If I remember correctly, it was around two years ago."
"Yeah."
I nodded, a solemn expression slowly creeping up my face.
"That year was filled with rampant supernatural creatures, cursed spirits and before long, even the demons joined in the race."
I paused, sighing lightly, before proceeding:
"...It took the lives of many revered hunters to restore peace."
Klaus sighed lightly.
"Their deaths weren't in vain."
"Not only did they succeed in killing various supernatural creatures, but they also helped in reducing their numbers by a large margin."
With a sharp grating sound of the car drifting down the streets, Klaus added:
"...Since then, the dangers we have had to face have lessened considerably."
"Yeah... Guess you're right."
I could only force a smile.
Klaus glanced at me, probably noticing the sour mood, he chuckled lightly and said:
"I still remember those days. They were really soo good maan."
Lightly shaking his head, he added:
"Despite dad's warning to stay at home. You begged me just so you could sneak out and meet with Sophia."
"Yeah."
I had the memories and remembered the scenes quite vividly, but still-,
"...We're going to Dark-Orleans to hunt. Not to meet an old friend."
Sighing lightly:
"That will just lead to unnecessary heartaches."
"True. You're definitely right on that."
Klaus nodded in agreement.
'I always am.'
I said nothing though.
"But still, if there's an opportunity..."
His meaning was clear, especially with the additional winks he threw my way.
Lightly shaking my head, I let out a light laugh:
"Sure."
Soon, a stifling silence enveloped us and the car under the crimson rays of the moon, slowly sped for Dark-Orleans.
****
.
.
.
Time passed by and before long, I could see the sign that read:
-Welcome to Dark-Orleans.-
"How long has it been, Dark-Orleans."
Klaus muttered, a light smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
We passed through the lake view and mid-city parts of Dark-Orleans and I couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
'Luckily for Sophia, she lives in bye-water.'
Slowly, I slipped into the memories of my past life.
And couldn't help but reminisce on the moments I had with my girlfriend: Victoria.
'...How's she? Will she be alright? How will she feel?'
Various thoughts crept into my mind.
Each one, more depressing than the last.
'... I'm sorry, Victoria... I'm really sorry... I just couldn't hold on any longer. I just couldn't.'
Tears welled in my eyes as my hands got tightly clenched, a sonorous tremor running through them.
Klaus frowned at this.
"What's wrong?"
He softly asked.
Forcing a smile, I spoke up:
"Nothing. Just remembering about the sacrifices of that year."
"Hmm...alright."
Although skeptical, Klaus didn't press on.
"Just don't think too much about it."
I simply nodded, even if I doubted I could do what he asked of me.
I really couldn't.
Before long-,
We finally arrived at our destination.
Klaus was about to get out of the car when he suddenly stopped:
"Oh-also, less I forget. Dad left his journal behind."
"Um," My hands that were headed for the door's knob slowly came to a stop. "You mean his journal. The one with important records on various supernatural creatures and paranormal events?"
"Yeah, that one."
Klaus replied with an affirmative nod.
"Well that's good."
I smiled.
"Not only will it make our work easier. Perhaps... we'll also be able to find Dad in the process?"
Klaus simply shook his head.
"I wouldn't place high hopes on that. If Dad doesn't want to be found, then we sure as hell aren't seeing him anytime soon."
I remained quiet.
Not like I had anything to say to that anyway.
Especially when considering the fact that he was as right as "right" could be.
Sighing inwardly.
My expression elicited a light sigh from Klaus.
"I know we both miss the old man. But if he doesn't want to be found, then we definitely won't be running into him anytime soon."
I nodded.
"I guess you're right. But either way- the contents of the journal will do just fine."
"Yeah."
And just then-,
Klaus threw me a badge which I caught with a swift reflex.
'A forged badge.'
The memory flooded back in.
A light smile crept up my face.
"Can't believe I almost forgot about this."
"Yeah, you did."
Klaus let out a light laugh.
Having both hidden a gun and a silver blade- since shapeshifters can only be hurt with silvery weapons. Of course they were exceptions to that rule- but not any that we were currently capable of embodying.
I smiled, and immediately followed suit behind Klaus.
Arriving before a residence- No 2 Darleins street.
Klaus knocked three times consecutively.
And before long-,
A young lady who seemed to be in her early thirties, with brown hair and with quite the voluptuous chest came into our line of sight.
Klaus assessed her, noticing the slight bruises running through her body and the two..hum..
Taking in a deep gulp of saliva that drowned the suffocating quiet.
He managed to recollect himself.
Removing his badge.
"I am detective Zander and this here is my partner, Detective Hollerein. We're from the Qanzias city detective division. If you don't mind, we'd like to ask you a few questions."
"I thought I already went through this with the city's CID." The woman replied with a narrowed gaze.
"Yes ma'am. We're aware." Pausing for a second, I organized my thoughts before I added:
"But we need to verify some things and ensure that this case is truly resolved.
"...We have realized that these kind of cases are becoming more rampant in Dark-Orleans. Hence our superiors have ordered us to perform a thorough investigation and get to the root of the matter."
I couldn't help but praise myself, inwardly.
I mean-,
Even I myself would have been fooled by my impeccable acting skills if not for the fact that I knew better.
The woman was quiet for a while and the stifling silence that ensued wasn't the best state one could find oneself in.
Thump… Thump…
My deafening heartbeat echoed through the stifling silence and I had to steady my breath in order to pacify my rapidly beating heart.
"Alright. Come in."
She spoke up a few seconds later.
***
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Inside the dimly lit room.
Handing over a cup of tea to the detectives. She excused herself, and came back, a couple of minutes later.
Staring at her.
I could feel the various primal emotions dwelling within her.
From being broken.
To being confused.
To the… pain.
I could somehow feel them all.
Her eyes in particular were fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her.
I sighed inwardly, and then spoke up:
"Ma'am. We know it has been hard on you. And we're really sorry for the loss."
Succeeding in garnering her attention, I proceeded:
"But we do hope that you cooperate with us. Anything you tell us will be of great help in our following investigations."
The young lady was quiet for a while, wiping the tears that streamed down the corner of her eyes.
She eventually spoke up:
Sniff.
"Thanks."
Biting on her lower lips, she said:
"I-...I will do my best to help out in any way I can."
With a nod, I questioned:
"Ma'am, before the incident. Did you notice any violent or harmful action from your husband?"
Sniff.
"No," She said in a rather firm tone. "He had always been caring. And over the course of our marriage, he had never once laid his hands on me."
Klaus' gaze shifted towards mine and we were quick to reach a silent understanding.
'...We were now more certain that we were dealing with a shapeshifter.'
"Alright Ma'am. Can you tell how it happened?"
Klaus calmly questioned.
She was silent for a while, and her brows were tightly furrowed before she eventually spoke up:
"He said he had a night shift and was driving to work. But minutes later, he called saying he would be returning home."
My brows arched upward.
"And the reason?"
"His boss called off his night shift. The cops confirmed this," She said, "B-ut-." Her brows grew tightly furrowed.
"...But what?" Klaus questioned with a slightly narrowed gaze.
"B-ut immediately after he called. He was home, when it should have taken him around twenty minutes to get back home." She paused for a second, clearly hesitating to continue.
But, biting on her lower lips, she proceeded:
'Then we were..."
She was silent for a long while and the stifling quiet only continued to grow in intensity.
Thump... Thump...
"Ma'am. Feel free to speak to us."
I calmly reassured her.
That was the only thing I could do at this point.
She nodded and continued:
"We were about to have sex. B-ut...he suddenly knocked me out. And when I woke up, I realized that I was tied to a chair A-and it w-as like the man in front of me wasn't my husband."
Teardrops slowly dripped onto the floor as she covered her face with her hands, trembling as a quiet sob broke out from her chest.
Trembling.
She stood up, and with her fists tightly clenched behind her, she added:
"That's all I know. Now, can you please leave."
"...Thanks for your time, Ma'am."
Klaus said as we both stood up.
In my own opinion, we couldn't really blame the young lady. If I were in her shoes, I might have probably done worse.
For her to summon the courage to say all that definitely wasn't easy on her.
Sighing lightly.
We both made our way out of the house, with her quiet sobs resounding through the air even as we moved farther and farther away from her.
'As hunters, this was a reality we confronted every single day- every waking moment of our lives.'
***
A few minutes later.
We were back in the car.
Rubbing my chin, I was the first to break the silence.
"Now that we know we are dealing with a shapeshifter. We need to figure out who the next target is?"
Klaus was silent for a while but just then-,
I could see it.
That look. That familiar wide smile.
Staring ahead of him, a wide smile slowly crept up his face.
'...He has got something.'
"Yeah."
His smile widened.
"...And I think I just figured out who our next poor victim might be?"