Chapter 10

I stared at the half torn picture on the floor. I picked it up and recognized Elizabeth standing next to Damon, there was a hand on her shoulder and it didn't seem like it belonged to Damon but to the person at the right side of which I couldn't recognized. 

What gave off the gender of the unknown person beside Elizabeth was the rugged look of his hand, the other side that held the person's face was torn out perfectly.

It baffles me how every clue I get always end up being torn, who ever is doing this must have a skill for tearing up things.

My mind can't be at rest with every dead end I meet each time I am one step close in fixing the puzzle.

There was a knock on my door which made me hide the diary and picture under my bed and quickly threw the duvet on myself and pretended like I was asleep.

The door to my room opened wide as I couldn't help looking, I closed my eyes shut when I saw Damon walk in, he locked the door behind him before