We’ve arrived now at the restaurant that my older sister personally picked. She said that this is one of her favorites. According to her, they serve the best steak in town. Well, let’s see. Celine changed a lot. I didn’t know that she knew how to drive a car. Maybe she was covering her true self before. And it’s actually okay, because I don’t think I could accept this side of her in an instant. It was totally the exact opposite of my sister. The Celine that I knew was nice, caring, and couldn’t hurt a bug. Well, I can’t say that I don’t like this side of her because it’s not my life, it’s her own decision why she became like that. We got out of the car and proceeded to the entrance of the restaurant. I was in complete shock when I found out that she had already booked and reserved a table for us. Cool. But I managed not to look like I did because I might be uncomfortable that I’m acting this way. This is my sister and my friend. The older Celine didn’t totally vanish, as she's still sh

“You are a police officer? What are you? An undercover one?” I asked after she told me partial things about her past. “Were, Merchaiass. I was a police officer, but I was dismissed because of…” she stopped and cleared her throat before continuing, “some reasons.” "That is why he stated that he "was" your partner. How come you are still communicating with him? Don’t you think it would be dangerous to hang out with him? I mean, you are in a gang and he’s working under the government.” “We met three years ago. At first he didn’t know about my current situation, but he eventually knew about it when he caught me last month.” “He what? He caught you?!” "Yes, and thankfully he didn't exploit me in front of the entire crew. Those people who were catching gangs that created havoc in the whole town were once handled and supervised by me,” she said, and then she stood up and sat beside me. “Why didn’t I know you were a police? Did our parents know? Am I the only one who was clueless abou

I didn’t do anything special today. I stayed at home when Celine went out with Polius. She stated that she must go somewhere. I didn’t ask her and just nodded when she went to the room I was in and said that to me. I am all alone in this barn-style house, and I have no one to talk to. I stood up after an hour of staying in one place and started to overthink things. I wish Celine was somewhere safe. I don't want her to be hurt even though I know that she won't be because she’s the most badass woman that I know. I walked and walked inside the house with no means of stopping. I need to do something that will keep me entertained for the moment. I tried to sleep because I lack it, but I couldn’t and it’s frustrating me. No signs of a phone here. I forgot to ask Celine where she put it. After doing 10 laps around the house, I stopped as I was feeling tired and breathless. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water that I got from the fridge. I was thinking if my sister knew ab

I’m not sure if Celine is okay at this moment. She brought Polius here, covered with his own blood, in a calm manner. How is she supposed to be calm in this situation? The man you love was bleeding.“Help me, Prince. Let’s get him to the sofa,” Celine said while she was supporting Polius to stand. I don’t know if he was unconscious or not, as his eyes were slightly open. I immediately went to Polius's other side and supported him while walking. He’s heavy, but I didn’t complain as his life is in danger now. We carefully put him on the sofa. I fixed how he was sitting while Celine went to the other room to get something. Maybe it’s first aid. She didn’t take a while and ordered me to get a towel and a basin with water.“Here,” I said, after I got all she needed. I offered her the basin, and she told me to put it on the table, which I obliged.“Do you still need something?” I asked while staring at her. She’s serious and I can’t find any funny reaction in her face. It feels like a wall

I kept running and running. This feels like it happened before when John chased me when I saw him doing something in their room. I didn’t give too much thought to what I was currently feeling as the adrenaline in my body is still high. I need to escape. I’m not ready to die. The whole place looks like a maze, and I’m not sure what path I should take. When I arrived at the front of the intersection, there were three paths, and I had no clue which way would lead to outside. I decided to go to the center and sprint as fast as I could. It’s dark and I can’t see where I am going. Maybe I chose the wrong one. Should I go back and choose either of the two left? But I think I’m already in the middle part of this path and I don’t think it’s a good idea to go back. The truth is, I’m afraid that Mr. Manore is there and will completely out of his madness and do something to me. I was losing hope as I continued strolling, and that hope was lightened when I saw a light coming from one of the doors