“You know the reason why I keep him around.”Kaiser watched the man’s broad shoulders, contract, as he shrugs to his white long sleeves, pulling it up.He couldn’t say anything; he knows their deal. Mr. Hunt finally turned to face him who’s standing near the entrance, both hands fixed behind his back, showing respect to his master—hiding the burns.Mr. Hunt hauled himself up out of the bottom of his antique Morris chair, which seemed to be hauling back as well.“Everyone I talked to today mentioned the scandal my son did and I’ve seen it on TV. Did you actually think I won’t find out about it?” Mr. Hunt’s tonality sounded calm. Truly, it’s utterly normal—looks normal; however, it’s the exact contrary. He’s inarticulately incensed.“My apologies, master,” Kaiser held his eyes down. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this from here. Please just let Scott take his time to heal.”“Hmm,” Mr. Hunt scoffed. As he clads, he made himself comfortable in his chair, considering Kaiser’s posture to make himsel

"How'd you know about all these?" Kathleen mustered all her will to finally land an intriguing question against the man whom she doubts to be a real doctor. "It's all over the internet. Why? Do you actually think all of you can hide it? Samantha's disappearance has become the top one topic to almost social media platforms," doctor Kim shrugged. "That's not what I'm asking, doctor Kim, or whoever you are! For all I know, you might be one of the demons." "Wow," doctor Kim placed a hand in the air, seemingly teasing. "That's clearly a baseless accusation, miss. I just happen to be one of those cursed ones who have weak bindings. I came here, expecting to meet with Takumi, but I guess he's not here anymore." "He knows Takumi, too," Kathleen mentally mumbled. "Relax, I'm not gonna cause you any trouble," doctor Kim suddenly shifted to a reassuring voice. "As a matter of fact, if you need any help tonight, I can lend you a hand." "W-What in the actual fuck are you talking about?"

As they twirled amidst the wildflowers in the sun-kissed meadow, the differences between twin sisters, Agatha and Samantha were as stark as the contrast between sunlight and shadow: Agatha, adorned in delicate lace and pearls, basked in the glow of attention, while Samantha, her spirit wilted by the absence of parental love, cast a shadow over the vibrant landscape. Truly, as identical twins, they look exactly alike; however, people around them can distinguish one from the other without even have to find any dissimilar features from their faces. Despite the parental neglect that weighed heavily upon their tender hearts, Agatha's love for her twin sister, Samantha, burned fiercely—an unwavering beacon of warmth amidst the cold indifference of their parents; her every gesture a silent testament to the bond that transcended the harsh realities of their upbringing. Agatha provided the love their parents refused to give to Samantha, so she had grown unbothered about the visible differ

"What will you do with them?" "Read what's inside, obviously." "Why? These books aren't meant for a child like you." "Then why do you have them?" Agatha crossed her arms, her juvenile defiance accentuating Amanda's discomfort in the corner. "U-Uhm, children," Amanda stammered. "Why not share? Little mister Takahashi, you have an extensive collection right here already, can't you let this sweet lady borrow one?" "I question the 'sweet' part," Takumi replied, his lips thinning. "Moreover, these books are part of a series," he shoot Agatha a glare. "If she truly wishes to read them, she'll need to wait for her turn." "How convenient," Agatha said, rolling her eyes before turning to Amanda. "It's fine, Amanda. I don't compel others, particularly those who lack consideration." With that, she departed in search of another library. After an hour of fruitless searching, the sun began to set. Agatha leaned against a nearby wall, gazing at the crimson sky. "I'm running out of tim

Agatha and Takumi stood shoulder to shoulder, navigating the intricate maze of their intertwined destinies. Agatha had come to understand that it was Samantha who bore the weight of their grandmother's curse. Accepting the impossibility of reversing it, she resolved to counter its effects, even if the odds of success were slim. With Samantha's impending fate weighing heavy on her heart, Takumi embarked in a promise to share the mission which was fueled by a blend of determination and uncertainty. Their late-night conversations were marked by earnest exchanges, as they delicately crafted a plan to broach the daunting subject with Samantha. Takumi's arcane expertise and Rener's little help provided valuable insights into the intricacies of the curse, while Agatha offered a comforting presence and unwavering support. As they formulated their strategy, they recognized the pivotal role Samantha would play in her own salvation. They knew it had to be done on the night of their birt