-SHAUN- The conversation was getting so, so interesting since Kai was here. And this guy, Luke what took you so long.

-KAIZI-We headed back to the library and this time, with Grey. Sadly, she came in a luckless time because"Your heir sucks, he's only onto your money."---Lander"Your heir sucks more, she bullies weak people." Shaun furiously shouted at his face."Your heir sucks the most; he likes your maid..." Lander unerringly shouted back,Geez."Geez," Grey who's been beside me annoyingly grumbled as she cupped her forehead."Your heir, 100 times sucks, she cares for a detective!!!""huh,"---Lander."HUH!!!!"---Father and daughter___qp___You could guess what happened after that, Shaun, with his messy and torn clothes. They kept his face untouched though and Grey decided to cool off by the bookshelves. That's good, I guess."Ahem," Lander hummed, taking my attention. I want to ask about Jeremy Gloss but we have no time."I want to know how much this bastard's son here has told you about the Organization." He spoke as he pointed the 'bastard' that he's talking about."Nothing much, he told me tha

The sun was gradually setting, like a scene in a movie. This was meant to be a happy sight yet, why to me?He was far away from my sight yet I can clearly see him there standing by his car, saying his farewell to everyone. I sat here on top of a building letting him go away.He was terrible, he sucks, an idiot, so-called sympathetic and;He's leaving like nothing happened,While I'm left here, reminiscing it all,Maybe I was just not that sharp enough to etch my name in his heart,Like a broken shard of glass.Going back there, he'll have a beginning,Yet, no reset button for me,As I willingly watch someone go away,And between us, it's me who'll only suffer.I was just a phantom, a silhouetteAn unknown yet familiar phantomWhose name that will never be uttered,Sayōnara,Watashi no hikari no hanten.---Grey. THE END---A/N:Yoh, guys. It's your amateur author. This book's currently being edited and minor changes are expected.This is where the book should end, I guess. L

-GRUYVER-[before Kevin was discharged]Unexpectedly strange, weird, odd, peculiar, or any words that fit was his temperament and was my first impression about him.We found him near the crime scene weak, hungry, underweight, on torn and dirty clothes, and dying.Just like what he said before.Luckily, yes luckily he was there, luckily we found him, or luckily he was somewhat involved.He sat there on his bed with his emotionless face. Mediocre, not really, just like that kind of expression was flawlessly plastered on his face for years already. I can assume THAT much with just a glance. He was unexpectedly calm during my interview and was able to keep up with the situation.As I scan and skim all the information that I collected. The pictures and details of every missing report that have not been closed in 5 to 6 years interval, right in this very town. His long blond hair made me assured that it must have been in that timeline. What a dreadful truth, knowing he suffered for too long.

“It was indeed our anniversary,” He started to shake, “At exactly 3:50, we met by the back of the bakery and tried to convince her there to file a divorce but she didn’t listen. She would rather live in a messy family than filing a divorce. I got mad and….and…” Mr. George uttered, trying not to cry but then he did, again.“How did you kill her?” Nice call by Bob, I wonder too.As expected he was silenced by his question. His glassy eyes left the eye contact as his lips trembled, giving the impression of thinking for a reply, which were mostly lies. “I, I me--Uhm,” He stuttered, “A pipe, I…I hit her…with…that.” Was his hesitant reply, “I will tell you everything I know but please, promise me to keep my remaining family away from it okay?” He added.“Where did you hide the murder weapon, the pipe I mean?” Bob asked after a nod.“By the sewage downtown, near the Dandelion Bridge, I threw it there.” He replied. I looked at Steward and signaled him to relay the information to our Police de