Identity Unknown の小説・ストーリー

My phone buzzed in my bag, interrupting my thoughts and I fished it out. There was a message from an unknown number, it started with +374. My stomach twisted as I opened it. “Victoria Russo, do as I say if you don't want your identity to be exposed.” My hands tightened around the phone as a cold wave of panic washed over me. I was in deep shit.

Alex said “I am not letting him go scot free, I just need more time before you remove his head from his body. I need more time. There are a lot of things I don’t know, a lot of things I should have known and I need to know the truth before he dies because the only person that knows the truth is him and the dead doesn’t speak!” he said

"And how would you know that? No one knows the identity of Mr King, he's like a mystery." "That's because I'm Mr King."

he thought. Joshua frowned as he thought about the past. Those pictures. The photos. The private investigator couldn’t clearly catch the pictures of the men because they were always hiding their faces or always in disguise. And he was assured by the private investigator that it was always the same men as they all have the same built and frame. They’re just hiding their identity for whatever reason. "These men are quite famous and popular so they're always keeping their idenity a secret. So, could it be? Were they the one who was with her during our marriage?” whispers Joshua.

Drake's POV "You may not know me, but I do know who you are." The curiosity began to build up inside of me, slowly coming to the outside. My face squeezed in confusion at the stranger's impetus and such an uncautioned gut. He or she may know who I am, but definitely won't know what I'm capable of. And I really think I should let this person know the real identity of the person he or she is messing with….. *Device beeped*

He may be telling the truth but we still can't trust him without any assurance he will never hurt her. "If I will let you have her, what would you do for us then?" I asked him. He quickly looked at me and sighed. "I am willing to help you find them out, they were not that easy to know. I have something that can tell every member's identity." "What do you mean to find them out? Don't you know their faces?" Ashleigh asked him, and he just shook his head. "There is no one who can tell who they are just by looking at their faces. Everyone can be one of them."

(6). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 6: unspoken connections . *Ace Carlton* Ace sat at his usual spot in the bustling cafeteria, the popular kids in the school spot, a tray of food in front of him, flanked by his two closest friends, Jason and Harper. They were a tight-knit trio, always sharing stories and laughter over lunch. Today, however, something seemed different, and it didn't escape the keen eyes of Jason and Harper.

Francesco watched him for another long moment before finally speaking. "Very well." His tone returned to its earlier calmness. "What exactly did you discover?" The question carried remarkable authority. The guards unconsciously straightened. Even Diego quietly shifted his attention toward Igor. The atmosphere became noticeably heavier, as though everyone understood that whatever answer came next could unlock an entirely different layer of the mystery. Igor inhaled slowly. "The man..." He hesitated. "...does not have an identity." His head remained lowered. Francesco frowned. "No identity?" The words escaped him almost unconsciously.

Melinda rolled her eyes at James before saying, "It's highly likely that you’re the only one who knows about my identity here. No one else does." "Is that so?" James swept his gaze around the place and realized that all the powerhouses in this area appeared confused. It was obvious that they had no idea what James was talking about and were unaware of Melinda's identity. "Haha. My bad. I apologize for exposing your identity." Melinda waved her hand with a look of indifference and asked, "My identity is a secret. Not many people know about it. Even several powerful Gods don't know about my existence. So, how do you know who I really am?"

Whoever this person was he had lied to me previously about his identity. Unknown: I know you read the message. What is wrong? Loneliness can be a disease. When you have no one to talk to, you talk to whoever offers you their time. In my case, it was the wrong caller. Me: You lied. I pouted, holding the phone tightly between my hands and watching him type. Unknown: About what? Me: You are not Jace. Unknown: Ahan. Me: So who are you? I wanted to know so that I can block whoever this person was. Or maybe it was an excuse to have something else to think about and divert my mind from mayor.