girl who knows everything

Arabella's double life [part 1]

The story begins with a girl who knows everything—Arabella, a spy in the Japanese city of Yokohama and an agent of the ISI. At seventeen, she moved to Japan, bringing with her a fierce determination and an enigmatic air. She lives in a magnificent house with a garden, shared with her best friend, Amelia. Their home consists of two floors, and the two friends occupy the lower portion. They attend university together, navigating the complexities of student life and the secrets of their dual existence.

Today, Amelia had no classes, so she was at home while Arabella prepared to leave for university. As she was heading out, Arabella reminded Amelia, "If I come home late, don't worry about dinner."

Amelia, still half-asleep, mumbled in response before shouting, "Turn off the light!"

Arabella complied, flicking off the lights and slamming the door behind her. Amelia yelled again, but Arabella was already gone, leaving her friend to wrestle with her disrupted sleep.

After brewing a cup of coffee, Amelia decided to check on Arabella's room. As usual, it was a mess: clothes scattered across the study table, books strewn on the bed, and the wardrobe door ajar, spilling out more garments.

Then, her eyes landed on the mirror. In bold strokes of lipstick, Arabella had scrawled: "You are dead."

Amelia's heart raced. Who will die? she thought. What trouble has she gotten into now?

She picked up her phone and dialed Rose, but there was no answer. Frustrated, she tried again, but still, no response. Finally, she called Arabella. After one missed call, Arabella returned the call.

"Where are you, Arabella?" Amelia asked, concern lacing her voice.

"I'm at the university," Arabella replied nonchalantly.

"What are you doing?" Amelia pressed.

"I'm going to have lunch," Arabella said casually.

"Where is Rose?"

"She didn't come to university today."

"Why?"

"Ugh, why are you asking so many questions?" Arabella replied, irritation creeping in.

"Tell me, what did you write on the mirror?" Amelia demanded.

"You are dead," Arabella repeated.

"Why did you write this? What is the purpose of it? Why aren't you coming home after university? Where are you going? Tell me! What are you doing? Who are you with right now? What are you hiding from me? Tell meee!"

Amelia fired off her questions in one breath. Just as quickly, the call disconnected