Art Of Eternal Quest

THE THIRD QUEST

Yanzy’s P.O.V

A guy silently entered the interrogation room, his appearance belied by his sinister intentions. He wore a white shirt with a subtle sheen, fitted black jeans that seemed to have been tailored to perfection, and a face mask that seemed to be made of some kind of lightweight fabric. His hands were clenched into fists, and in one of them he held a small plastic that contained cyanide toxin. Despite his innocent-looking face, he had an evil plan brewing in his mind.

My forehead creased.

Wait... Why does his physique seems familiar to me?

“Die,” mahinang bulong nito at saka munting ngumisi nang mapansin ang katakot-takot na hitsura ng dalawang pain ng kanilang organisasyon. Both silently wanted to scream for help.

Hindi niya maiwasang mapatingin direkta sa pwesto ng CCTV, animo’y nakikipagtagisan ng titigan. Muli niyang ibinaling ang paningin sa dalawa pagkatapos ng ilang segundo. Hindi nakaiwas sa akin ang munting napangisi ’to. “Less than ten minutes,” pahayag nito bago tahimik na lumabas ng interrogation room na parang wala lang, naiwan ang dalawang pain na paunti-unting nilalamon ng toxin.

I walked closely to them, hoping I can get any clues.

I stood frozen in horror, my eyes fixed on the two figures lying before me. They were once full of life, but now they were slowly succumbing to the poison that had been coursing through their veins. The air was thick with the very unpleasant smell of death, and I could feel the weight of despair settling over me.

“Bad karma...”

This is the karma I need to pay for having this dmn curse.

Their eyes sunken and their skin were pale shade of gray. Their chest rose and fell in shallow gasps, lungs struggling to draw in air. Their eyes were closed, their faces twisted in a grimace of agony.

I need to bite my fvcking mouth not to create a noise because I’m not allowed to do it. This scene of victim’s dying every time I’ll enter the quest was too heavy for me to watch. Entering a quest were fvcking curse and blessing at the same time.

The room become dimly lit, the blow of the wind got colder. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and death, and I could feel the weight of mortality pressing down upon me.

I stood there for what felt like hours, hoping I won’t need this curse again anymore, not another day, no more days. Seeing what happened before someone died kills me... every time.

I closed my eyes and let out a silent prayer for peace. For forgiveness. For an end to the suffering that was about to claim them.

“Hey, okay ka lang ba?” nag-aalalang tanong ni Zain pagkamulat ng mga mata ko.

Napahawak ako sa sentido at saka munting tumango. He just shrugged.

“Done?” I asked Zain after I told him what I saw. Nakabalik na rin kaming opisina dahil baka biglang bumalik si Mrs. Quiaja.

Kunot-noo itong ibinaling ang paningin sa akin bago i-abot ang sketchpad niya. Pagkatingin ko pa lang sa nakaguhit, ibinaling ko kaagad kay Zain ang paningin hindi dahil napaka-imposibleng iyong ginuhit niya ang gagawa ng bagay na ’yon, kung hindi dahil sa naisip ko na kaya pala familiar ang figure na iyon kanina when I entered the quest.

He’s one of my trusted comrade. How?

What’s will be his reason?

It can’t be...

But what if Zain...

Ugh. Kilalang-kilala ko si Z, hindi niya kayang dayain ang ibang tao, lalo na sarili niya. He knows better, he’s an artist. Hindi niya pwedeng dayain ang gantong bagay dahil mag-ba-back fire sa kanya kapag lalabas ang ibang ebidensya.