Cases Uncovered

5 | Death Note

"Life is hard but how can you live can make it harder."

- SimplyZephy

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Chapter 5:
Death Note

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ZANE

"Where's your companion? Is he joining us or not? I'll report him if he becomes a nuisance," the man from the car asked. His voice faded as they stepped into the house.

Cop? What does she mean by that? What is this, a crime scene? Impossible!

"Mr. Nuñez!" Raine's voice cut through the air, drawing my gaze to her as she stood by the door, waiting.

"Oh! I just have a question," I called out, quickening my pace to catch up with her. Despite my efforts, she continued ascending the stairs without a backward glance. "Where are we really?"

Silence met my inquiry until we reached the second floor, where our companions awaited, both dressed in matching white suits.

"Put this on," the guard instructed, a hint of distaste in his expression. He picked up a garment identical to his own from the table and handed it to Raine.

My companion promptly complied, putting the attire on behind her clothing without hesitation.

If she is doing something illegal, I'm ready to —

A sudden realization struck me: my phone battery was down to a mere twenty percent. If I needed to document or send something important to my loved ones, I had to time it precisely. I couldn't afford to waste any more battery power.

Raine handed me a garment, her expression briefly softening. "Put that on if you don't want to arouse suspicion," she advised, before resuming her task of donning gloves.

"Just a minute and a half, clear?" the guard reminded us sternly.

"Time's ticking away," Raine muttered to herself.

As I struggled to calm my nerves while changing attire, the guy who greeted us earlier opened a door on the right side of the hallway, revealing a woman slumped unconscious on the sofa within.

"Step there first! You'll need foot coverings," Raine cautioned, stepping onto a thing that instantly covered her feet with blue fabric.

"A minute and a half!" the guard reiterated, maintaining his post in the hallway alongside the others.

George and Raine entered the room, and I followed. My eyes widened at the sight of a gun in the woman’s hand and a red mark on her temple.

"What's going on?" I blurted out, unable to contain my bewilderment.

"Raine, doesn’t he know?" George asked. "Why did you bring him here? Is he a witness?"

"I thought you were already aware. Didn’t you see it when you searched for me on my website?" Raine sighed, glancing towards me.

"I thought it was some sort of joke. I assumed you made it up for a story," I admitted, my heart rate spiking as I recognized him as the young policeman from the photo.

"Okay, just try to stay calm. If you prefer, you can wait outside in the car," George suggested calmly. "And keep this quiet from my colleagues, Raine. If they find out, they might bar you from coming again."

"You're not... bad people, are you?" I stammered, realizing the absurdity of my question yet unable to suppress the unease that had settled upon me since our arrival.