24: Hit you where it Hurts

"What's with your get up? What are you doing in front of my room?"

I've been told I need to consider others' feelings more. That I have to realize I'm not an island who's living alone in this world. We have to co-exist because we were programmed to do so.

As soon as night struck, my investigation started. The cat can kill me for my curiosity but assumingly, maybe, Hayley's father was Tyler.

It was possible, Tyler said he loved his mate and even created a tomb solely for her because even if he told his gamma he wasn't waiting for her return, there’s a part of his that's still connected with her. And so he's trying to find her through me.

He's using me.

And it's a win-win, I think. This was what I want, I keep on reminding myself.

I borrowed black pumps from Tiffany and wore black slacks partnered with a shirt and a long brown coat, I partnered it with a newsboy hat and binoculars I found on the storage shelf.

"I'm doing my duty, trying to investigate," I said blandly, I put down