Two of Hearts [ON HOLD]

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CHAPTER 4

THE SISTERS

Seyren's POV

"Wala pa rin?"

"Nothing, nada, worthless"

I said to my team as I stepped out of the hotel. It was our last day of the search operation here, and tomorrow the hotel would reopen to the public.

Even though it was already night, we were still here. It was almost 10:30 in the evening, and I hadn't had dinner or lunch yet.

The exhaustion was beginning to set in, but the adrenaline from the case kept me going.

I found myself staring at the round, pale moon.

It was the only thing visible in the dark sky, as the stars were absent, covered by thick clouds.

The moon hung there, like a silent witness to the events unfolding below.

It felt oddly symbolic, the lone moon in the vast darkness, much like how I felt at that moment-isolated in my thoughts amidst the chaos of the investigation.

A strong breeze made me shiver.

I wasn't wearing a leather jacket, just a simple long sleeve shirt.

The cold wind seemed to cut through the fabric, making me hug myself for warmth.

The hotel's surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Detective Skyler approaching until she was right next to me. Her presence was always a mix of reassurance and intensity.

"Anong ginagawa mo pa dito ? Your sister has been looking for you." said Detective Skyler.

I looked at her with a furrowed brow, trying to shake off the daze from my moonlit contemplation.

"You mentioned that a psychopath might have killed Mr. Alvarez. What do you think about Mr. Kim's murderer?" I asked, trying to redirect my thoughts to the case.

The curiosity on her face vanished, replaced by an anger I couldn't understand.

"A normal killer or someone who had a grudge against him. We investigated Mr. Kim's background and found that he had many enemies because he was a thief who loved gold, like the ones you saw." She spoke with a sharp edge in her voice. I nodded, absorbing her words.

"But I'm sure a psychopath killed Mr. Alvarez," she added, her eyes scanning the surroundings as if expecting the killer to emerge from the shadows at any moment.

"What's so special about psychopaths, and why are they so brutal and elusive?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

She sighed, her breath visible in the cold night air, and looked me in the eye with a seriousness that made me shiver more than the wind.

"Psychopaths have no heart, soul, or conscience, so they don't feel emotions. They are elusive because they plan everything they do. Most of them are extremely intelligent, so sometimes, don't be too impressed by the smart people you know," her last statement had a joking tone, making me smile because she still managed to make a joke even in such a grim conversation.