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It was so pathetic it almost made me laugh. Once I had a lead, everything else came easily. Using Milton's birthday, his lucky number, and even a work ID he had once used, I pieced everything together. After an hour, I managed to find his secret social media account. His profile picture was a close-up of his hands on a steering wheel, and his profile name was a combination of his and that woman's birthdays. The most recent post was chilling. [A buried rose will one day be lifted by the spring rain and bloom again. My love, the source of my longing—she has been waiting for me all along.]

Don't know why I did but I felt slight pity. No I didn't. " Thank you" she said and walks pass me. Doesn't she recognize me? What happened? She seems different. I watch her as she walks without paying attention to her environment. I followed her back home, I don't know why I did though. Watching her bake, she made a little cake with four candles right on top of the cake. She walks out of her house with the cake. I kept following her with the car. She ended up at the bank of a river. Did I mention it was already dark? I got out of the car. she rubs the ground with her hand and drops the cake beside the pile of sands. She sat beside it.

Together with my mysterious companion, we delved deeper into the heart of the mystery that had captivated us from the beginning. Our journey led us to ancient ruins, hidden passages, and forgotten tombs. We deciphered cryptic symbols, pieced together fragmented clues, and slowly unraveled the truth that lay concealed within the shadows. The stakes grew higher with each discovery, as powerful forces sought to keep their secrets buried, their hidden agendas protected.

Mr Blaze went out his car and looked around to make sure the place his secured before he went into a building Mrs Hareites private investigator followed diligently..making sure he isn't cought. When he entered the building, he was a little confused because he didn't see any passage.. but just a wall. Mr Blake had already noticed he was being followed..so he made himself invisible and so were the things around him He did this..if in case this person is a human, he'll know what to do next but if this person is a god like him, He'll definetly find out who exactly is behind this investigation..

Chamomile softened things at the edges, while earth and resin and something bitter waited underneath it all. Outside, crickets sang beneath a moonlit sky. Somewhere in the forest beyond town, an owl called. Inside, pages turned. Pens scratched across paper. And two people worked side by side, searching for answers neither could find alone. They pored over crumbling letters, faded maps, and brittle pages, following the tangled threads of an old mystery that wound through both their families. Something strange was buried in Blackwood's past, and if they could piece it together, maybe they could protect what mattered most.

And suddenly, a frightening thought crossed my mind. He knew something that I didn't know. I looked away, my stomach twisting with unease. For the first time, I wondered if forgetting parts of that night had been a blessing. Because whatever Damien knew, I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it.

Then he piggybacks me and I feel so sleepy. The door shuts and my eyes open. I'm still on his back. "Where are we?" "In your room." I look around. He's right. This is my hotel room. "How did you know my room?" "You told me, remember?" "I don't remember telling you anything about my room." "Really? Can you remind me of what you drank at the bar?" "Flying Eagle." "Jesus Christ. Let's get you to bed." The sheets welcome me like a long lost friend. Cool and soothing. "Hmmm."

I wasn’t thirsty either—that I already forgot my pitcher inside Nickos’ room. Perhaps, I would not be able to sleep the whole night. Things were undeniably confusing me as I ambled inside my room and locked the door. I took off my robe and neatly returned it to my black mannequin. Letting my lampshade open, I sat at the center of the bed and tirelessly leaned my back on its cushy headboard. I was completely baffled, and I hated this feeling! Then, I just blankly stared at the ceiling. It seemed like my mind was traveling in a big puzzle, having the benefit of the doubt regarding my parents. It was hard to find the missing puzzle pieces when those were intentionally kept or hidden from me.

Ariana was found tied up and gagged in one of the hotel’s janitor closets, one that was not normally checked until the morning. Because she was resilient and determined to alert anybody to Clara’s disappearance, she made enough ruckus for one of the hotel guests to notice and call for help.

After I cleaned up I sent for my second and third in command, we have a meeting and I tell them about what the Moon Goddess had said to me, they both looked some what relieved after hearing I will be calling off the battle and waiting instead for this Mystic being to find me and go form there, they took particular reverence in the bit about our generations being cursed for spilling the blood of innocents, sigh so let the waiting begin. (5 days later) I'm sitting in my bunker doing a little reading when Eiden stirs a bit giving me and odd feeling which I ignore, I turn as I thought I heard a creaking sound in the distance, I listen but hear nothing further, I turn my head back to continue on