The Dark Silhouette のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Megan's POV I was at the bar hanging out with my girlfriends when a seductive touch lingered on my bareback. I looked over my shoulder and realized it was Greg, and he was smiling provocatively at me. Seeing him made me frown in disgust and contempt. "What the hell do you want?!" I angrily shrieked at him, my face turned red, while fuming with anger. "I miss you, Megan," he said, with a remorseful look on his face. I scoffed. "You know what? I simply do not care, whether you miss me or not," I answered stubbornly while crossing my arms across my chest. "I just want to know why you left the apartment. I could not recall what I could have done wrong, or anything for that matter," he clarified, with a confounded look on his face. "Nothing, Greg. There was no reason for that. I just did," I answered exasperatedly. "What do you mean there was no reason for that? How could that be possible?" he asked, completely baff

Unknown POV Things have started to turn darker, and worst in the preceding days. I have always thought that all the things that I have been doing will come to fruition in no time. Like, it would somehow fall into its right places, someday soon. I had always been so proud of all the missions I have successfully completed. This was the very first time of my life where I have become so proud of myself. That I can do something else, something better. That I can also be great at what I do. Ever since I was a child, all the repercussions led me to believe that I was living in the bubble of dark shadows. People had never failed to make me feel that I do not have any place to belong in this world. They never even failed to make me realize that I can never do any better. That I am nothing more than a second-rate, trying-hard psychopath. All I ever wanted was to be appreciated. I always wanted to inspire others to be the best version of themsel

Dimitri's POV I was trying to review the fingerprints and substantial pieces of evidence on one of the victims as I accidentally recalled last night's events. I got to intertwine Athena's fingers to mine and even attempted to kiss her, even while her friend was just around us. What was wrong with me? Why would I do such a thing? I wondered to myself. Here I am at the office, trying my best to focus on generating the lead's possible hideouts and such, yet my concentration seemed to be drowning away from me. It was like I was dumbstruck and still dreamy even if I had barely gotten enough sleep. "Is everything okay, Di?" I suddenly heard a voice from behind that I startled in surprise, that made me jerk from my seat. "Whoa!" It was Detective Amiri, and he was holding both hands in the air as if he did not mean any harm at all. He seemed to be so gobsmacked by my initial reaction as well. Recognizing that it was my partne

Dimitri's POVAfter having a one-on-one conversation with Detective Amiri earlier at the office, he initially expressed his gentle stipulation on how I should take things with Athena. The thought of intertwining my fingers with Athena and almost kissing her on her apartment the night before while we were all engrossed in a horror film constantly keeps on clouding up my mind that I was almost non-functional at the office. Being a keen observer and a detective, Detective Amiri's scrutinizing gaze did not escape the blank expression on my face and my jumpy demeanor, which was not always the case. He did not even ask me a question, he made it a point in a direct and concise manner which made me completely taken aback. After which I refused to deny it, he made an assessment on both situations and offered some pieces of advice and actions that I can embed in my mind."What I am saying here is that, if you really like Athena, then go and chase her. Pursue her

Chad's POV I had arrived home safe and sound, and I was now honking my car, trying to catch the attention of our household worker. After a brief minute of waiting, I finally emerged from my car and decided to open the gate instead. As I was about to enter my car, I suddenly froze in my place as I saw a dark silhouette of a person standing just a few inches away from me. I tried to step carefully and cautiously, little by little, as I tried to adjust my fields of vision on the inky blackness. The figure was encompassed with fog, and my eyes widened in fear as I have realized that the figure has just taken a step closer to me. Then I remembered the raving lunatic in the news who were slaughtering and taking out the hearts of random people. Realizing that it might be the same lunatic that was facing me right now, I instinctively took a step back. I was striding backward as the figure continued to approach me slowly. My jaw was practicall