VOLUME 1
Get ready to embark on a thrilling adventure as you join The Mystery Mavericks in their quest to uncover the truth behind puzzling cases. These sleuths will stop at nothing to unravel the secrets and solve the mysteries that lie within.
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CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depiction of violence that may be upsetting for some readers. Please be mindful of this sensitive theme and other possible triggers. Remember to practice self-care before, during and after reading.
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NEIRA
AS WE AWAITED the autopsy report, the anticipation in the room was palpable. Yoda and I stood side by side, our focus unwavering, awaiting the crucial information that could shed light on the identity of the perpetrator.
Hindi ko maalis sa isipan ko ang imahe ng brutal na pagpatay sa biktima. Nakaukit ang mga salitang "First Turn" sa kanyang dibdib. Ano kaya ang posibleng ibig sabihin nito?
"Sa tingin mo the shadows ang may pakana nito?" I directed the question to Yoda, who seemed to have a reason for looking in my direction.
"Yup. I think," he replied with certainty. "My theory is that the 'First Turn' written on the victim's chest signifies the shadows declaring their first move in this chess match we're caught up in."
"Kung ihahalintulad natin 'to sa chess match, hindi ba't dapat puti 'yung unang titira?" Tanong ko sa kanya.
Hindi malawak ang alam ko tungkol sa chess pero may alam naman akong mga basic knowledge tungkol sa laro.
"Yes. White should strike the turn first, which is why this act is illegal or inappropriate," he explained. "Or they believe that they are white in this match."
"Why do you think so?" I raised an eyebrow, eager to delve deeper into his reasoning.
"The shadows are cunning and thrive on playing dirty. I believe they are steps ahead of us," Yoda replied, his restless pacing beginning to reflect his unease.
"Consider this: while we plan our first move to catch them, they've already made their move." he added, his words carrying a sense of urgency.
"Do you think they knew our plan?"
"I think so," Yoda paused his pacing, his hand reaching up to grasp his chin. "You're right, Neira! Thanks for the idea. There might be a snitch among us, or someone spying on our every move. They could even have installed wiretapping devices in our room!"
May posibilidad nga na may snitch saamin pero may tiwala naman ako sa mga teammates ko. Posible rin na may nag-wiretap sa room namin dahil alam na ng The Shadows kung saan kami nagtatago.
The realization sent a chill down my spine. Our enemies were not only intelligent but also resourceful. We had to be cautious, for every word spoken and every step taken could be monitored. The Shadows had truly infiltrated our sanctuary, leaving us with the daunting task of outmaneuvering an unseen foe.
Just then, the door swung open, and in walked a tall, bespectacled man with long black hair, clad in a white lab coat.
He glanced around the room, his piercing blue eyes catching everyone's attention. His presence seemed commanded with respect, and I think his reputation as one of the finest forensic experts in the region preceded him. With a confident stride, he made his way to the center of the room.
