Sitting in a chair, Arthur was alone at that table facing a large hole so dark that it was impossible to see the bottom of it.
Arthur calmly sipped his tea, which was a little bitter, then placed it on the table and began to stir it gently. He closed his eyes; the aroma was very sweet, and then he broke the silence and began to speak.
"I understand that you are sad about Esthevan's death, but he left you this."
Arthur bent down and picked up a small box that was slightly hidden. He opened it and revealed a cake, its icing containing whipped cream, four strawberries, and finally a heart. Arthur placed it on the opposite side of the table and left it there.
And then the cake begins to float, or rather, a darkness begins to pull it, and then the cake disappears into the darkness, a small sound of crying and then a cough.
"Eat slowly, after all, it's his last gift, just enjoy it." Arthur begins to remember some moments from the past.
In a forest, he sees a massacre, countless bodies on the ground, and in the middle, a man with wavy mullet hair smoking a cigarette covered in dripping blood, looking at Arthur.
"Wow! Did you do all this?"
The man ignores him and goes back to smoking his cigarette, as if Arthur were unimportant, but then a sword flies toward him, and the man stands up and narrowly dodges it.
"Oops, looks like I made a mistake," Arthur scoffs.
The man stares at him, when suddenly a sword pierces the man's chest from behind. A man with a look of hatred stabs him, and the man screams in pain, then breaks free and tries to attack, but Arthur appears behind him and gently touches the man's back, exploding his body which falls on top of the person who stabbed him, and then falls to his knees on the floor, panting.
"I didn't even feel his presence. This guy has a talent for being an assassin."
Arthur smiles and looks at the man, who looks at Arthur with a hesitant look. He was afraid; to him, Arthur was scary.
"Hey, what's your name?"
The man hesitates, he is scared, tired, worn out both mentally and physically.
"Esthevan."
Arthur stretches and leaves Esthevan confused.
"Do you want to come with me?"
It was fun, a man shaking like a tree in a storm, with a great talent for camouflage. I was excited, thinking I had found pure talent, but in the end he was useless in combat. However, I used his talent in another way, for information and espionage. He was one of the best pieces I could get my hands on.
The silence that hung while he thought was exhausting, that darkness that hid someone, a cry that would not cease. Esthevan will always torment those who loved him, the swords.
Strangely, the tea was delicious. How ironic. Not even the death of one of my men stirs anything in my chest. This emptiness devours every inch of my body, cutting, slicing, and tasting every part of me. This "world" is so... boring.
Arthur looks at the tea with memories of the times he spent with his mother, her reflection mirrored in that tea, that woman, she was the first and only person capable of making him see the world in its true form.
Suddenly a sound begins to echo throughout the place.
"Yes, you don't need to, I've already avenged him, so don't move a muscle." Arthur was talking to something that was strange in the way they communicated, only Arthur spoke. "Oh, how do you ask? Allow me to explain what I did."
Arthur flashes a big evil smile as he looks at that huge crater.
In countless police stations at the same time, phones were ringing nonstop, desperation was evident, screams in the middle of calls, and in the midst of it all, countless kings in their respective police stations tried to calm the situation. It all happened because of one thing, a news story that created a huge disaster for the entire police force in the country. A news story presented by the Del Dourado press, which said.
"The truth about the police"
The police, a force created to "protect" the country, but is this really what is happening?
On September 20, 1809, the police began to cover up murders, disappearances, and terrorist attacks, but on that Monday afternoon, we received information about macabre cases, interviewed and called several police stations, and the authorities claim they are looking for the culprit. The victims have something in common: their organs were removed and thrown around their bodies, their eyes were gouged out, and from what we have discovered, it all happened while the victim was still alive. There were three cases in less than four days. Everything indicates that the perpetrator of these three cases is the same person. There was also an attack by terrorists who attacked and killed countless civilians with their weapons, resulting in a total of 37 victims killed, 18 seriously injured, and 13 victims slightly injured, for a total of 68 victims injured. It all happened in six minutes, and the shooters were police officers with six to nine years of experience.
In addition, 17 missing persons were found under the big clock, all brutally murdered. Why did the police decide to cover up these events? Is the police on the side of this murderer? But the question that remains is, is this country still the safest?
End of report.
Written and directed by: Daniel and Rodrigo.
In a secret room, 20 people were sitting around a table, all expressing feelings of hatred, exhaustion, or anxiety.
"What the hell! Who was the son of a bitch who opened their mouth! Only officers and a few soldiers knew! And that's about 40 people in total!"
The gray-haired man shouted, he was about to tear his hair out in anger, those at the table all turned their gaze to just one person, and her and Jack. Leo takes the lead and begins to speak.
"Jack, your police station is the one with the most people who know about that killer, so tell me, what are the chances of all this happening just days after recruitment?"
Jack was silent, thoughtful, clearly uncomfortable, the looks, the thoughts, he tried to calm down, but couldn't.
"Sir, don't worry, I'll take responsibility if one of my people really did open their mouth, but... until you have concrete proof, none of you will move a muscle, or I'll destroy every one of you."
The gray-haired man slams his fist on the table in anger and stands up, while the woman in front of him releases an aura of power toward him.
"Sinval. If you don't want another scar, sit down in that chair and shut the fuck up."
Sinval obeys and sits down, and Leo throws papers on the table with force.
"As we know, we have a traitor among us. But I want to reveal that it was probably all my fault." Everyone is distressed, after all, Leo was stating loud and clear that all the damage and mistrust was caused by him. "I killed a rat that was sneaking around, he had a very important role for that assassin."
The woman thinks for a moment and starts tapping her forehead. She had a question, but she was a little nervous about it.
"Mr. Leo, the assassin did it out of revenge, correct? So he revealed himself, then why are you saying we have a traitor among us?"
Most of them start laughing, some banging on the table with laughter, the old man choking on his saliva, while the woman turns red as a tomato.
"The El Dourado press is one of the most reliable, they never post anything without being absolutely sure, in short, they need concrete evidence, and for that, someone inside had to pass the document to him.
Everyone in that room could laugh or talk as much as they wanted, but you could tell that they were all suspicious of each other, no one in that room trusted anyone else's words.
"That bastard will probably make a move, so I'm going to try to negotiate with him, Leo, please let me go to Halk." Jack says with a serious expression.
Leo nodded, Jack stood up and started laughing and showed his middle finger to everyone in the room.
People covered in hypocrisy pretending they are doing the right thing, but only seeking their own good, without caring about others, capturing the killer for the good of the population? Nonsense, they're only after him because of the damage he caused, they're just using him as an excuse to attack and kill each other, when the police have fallen so far?
"The killer is trying to get me out of the game, sending me away, what a pain. How far should I go? I can't leave my people alone, so I won't even take any luggage."
Jack stops and remembers something. He takes something out of his pocket: three sheets of paper with images. The first contains a photo of Melissa and, just below, a percentage of 2%. Then comes Luke with 12% and finally Arthur with 79%. Above each image is a message: "Percentage chance of being the culprit." At that moment, Jack was almost certain that Arthur was the killer.
End of chapter.
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