From Yaguar [BL]

0.3 · Local Killer

AS A RULE, he avoided getting close to anyone in order to avoid standing out. He didn't bother forming bonds or friendships with the people in this town or at his school in case they discovered who he was and forced him to flee again.

It worked for the most part.

Now he felt irritated that his non-general attitude towards people came to bite him back in the ass.

While he sat in the principal's office, the spinning fan above him gradually distracted him. He counted each spin, calculating them into minutes and then converting them into hours in his mind.

"It's going to be alright, Mr. Yaguar; these officers just want to ask you a few questions." The principal lightly touched his shoulder to console him.

Valentina looked at the two officers across from him with bated breath, his heart pounding incessantly in his chest. He took a quick glance at the gun strapped to the officer's leg and slowly nodded his head.

One of the officers was attempting to open a Ritcheer patrol bag with a gun keychain wedged in the zipper, while the second officer stood nearby with a serious look on his face. The first officer was visibly struggling to pry the bag open; her frustration was evident as she stomped her feet on the floor. Meanwhile, her companion maintained a rigid expression, possibly indicating concern or disapproval of the situation unfolding before him.

"Good evening, Mr. Yaguar," the stern-faced officer began. "I am Detective Dickson, and this is my colleague, Constable Wallace."

Valentina silently nodded his head.

"Do you know why you're here?" Detective Dickson glanced at him and inquired carefully.

"No." He shook his head and thought, 'But I could guess the reason'.

"Mr. Yaguar," the policewoman grimaced and looked at Valentina with a sympathetic expression. "I'm sorry you have to hear this, but Willaim Wilkes was found dead at 4:00 this morning."

"Dead?" As soon as he heard that word, Valentina paled significantly.

Valentina may not have been the most skilled actor, but he took advantage of the time he had at home to mentally prepare himself in case the police showed up and asked him questions. He spent hours practicing facial expressions of fear and shock in front of his bathroom mirror, though he didn't see much improvement in his acting skills.

There was one thing Valentina knew how to act like, and that was prey; he utilised that particular skill with a killer instinct.

The beast in his chest chuckled.

"I know this must be a shock to you right now."

Valentina numbly nodded his head and thought, 'No, it isn't'.

"But we would like to get a clear picture of what happened to you, if you don't mind."

"Okay." Valentina nodded his head, his blue eyes staring unblinkingly at her.

"Mr. Wilkes was last seen at a party at the back of McFondal's last night. Could you corroborate this?" Constable Wallace retrieved her notebook from her bag and flipped it open, the sound of the pages rustling filling the air.

With a steady hand, she picked up her pen and began to jot down notes, the scratch of ink on paper creating a rhythmic melody in the room. Valentina tried not to be intimidated by her or the fact that his responses were being recorded, and he remembered to be cautious about what he said.

One slip-up, and it would be all over for him.

"Yeah, he was at the party, but unless he had a drink in his hand, he pretty much just hung out by himself." He said.