𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑨𝑳 <ᴛɪᴄᴄɪ ᴛᴏʙʏ>

007

The next morning when you woke up from your deep slumber, you can't help but hear the commotion outside your room. You heard your mother's voice, worried and shocked. Your sister's voice followed.

You quickly got up and went downstairs. "What happened?" You asked, your mother and sister both looked at you. You stared at them confused for another second before shifting your attention to the television, a female anchor held a paper on her hands, her face worried and almost scared.

"---The murder took place at no.3 station, 12:53 PM. We are yet to know who the suspect is, but the police department has their suspicions. It is possible that this is another doing of a group of murderers that is infamousy known around our town. That is all, stay safe and if you encounter anything suspicious, quickly inform the authority. "

After that, a familiar face suddenly flashed on the screen. You couldn't quite put a finger on it but he seems familiar.

An old woman suddenly appeared beside the picture, her eyes was red and filled with tears.
"His name is Patrick Welth, my husband. He was about to come home last night from work but he was suddenly found dead on a nearby train station. Please! If you have witnessed something, call us immediately!! He was killed with no certain reasons. Yes, my husband drinks and smokes but he is kind! When someone is in need, he comes to their aid." She clasped both of her hands together as he sobbed desperately, pleading for justice.

After her speech, the screen suddenly went blank and you came into a sudden gut wrencing realization. That guy was in same train with you last night, you still remember the strong smell of his lit cigarette. You still remember the strange man that left in the same station with him. You felt like vomiting.

You slumped over the sofa, muttering curses. "What the heck?" You sister looked down at you, confused.
"Is something wrong, (Y/N)?" Your mother asked, kneeling beside you.
"I know that guy..." You mumbled though it was enough for them to hear. "I was in the train with him last night." After mouthing those words, your mother gasped. She looked at you in disbelief. "I can't believe, i rode the same train with a dead guy." You continued, your mother gripped your shaking hands, thankful that it wasn't you dead. It might sound selfish but she was happy that it was another person, not you.

While still in shock, your sister sat beside you, "Well, that's... crazy.." She said, genuinely shocked by the situation.

Despite what happened you went to your work, paranoid. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something is watching you, like a prey tormenting their next target.

You sighed, running your fingers through your head as thoughts continued to hit you like a bullet train. You stood behind the counter, garing at the ground, you head was statting to hurt.

"Excuse me?"

Your raging thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a man who appeared to be in his 50's stood infront of you, a wide smile was plastered on his face. "Oh, im sorry. What would you like?" You quickly fixed your composure and forced a smile. "A cup of coffee please, black." He replied and took a seat, leaning on the counter, you nodded while grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper. "Roderick." He said, almost suggestively.

You ignored his manner then went to start making his simple black coffee. While pouring the liquid down to a white mug, he spoke once again making you uncomfortable. "You are really pretty. (Y/N) is it?" He eyed the name tag that sat on your chest. You smiled awkwardly before nodding.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He added, you muttered a quiet thank you but it was enough for him to hear. You placed the coffee infront of him and quickly grabbed the bill that he just took from his wallet.

You were about to go the kitchen to ask Thomas for a little assistance but the old man suddenly called you like you were his old friend. "Keep me company, pretty girl." Your breath hitched before shaking your head, quickly sprinting to the kitchen to find your coworker. When Thomas appeared on your sight, you quickly asked him to deal with the old man who have been flirting with you.

Thomas quickly dealt with the situation, he didn't force the man to leave, he just kept him company just like he wanted. Meanwhile, you stayed at the kitchen, slumped over a chair.

Minutes have passed, Thomas entered the kitchen, a reassuring smile plastered on his lips, making you felt relieved. "Bastard's gone." He started before patting your head. "Thank you, Thomas" He nodded before leaning on the wall beside you.

"You have grown soft. Knowing you, you would've thrown the coffee on his face." You chuckled at his statement. He was damn right. What held you back? What made you grow soft?
"I just became nice." You looked up at him, smiling. "Nice, my ass." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You elbowed him before standing up from your seat. "Our shift's about to end, i'll clean the tables." Thomas hummed before grabbing a broom and giving it to you.
"Dont you dare fly away from me, little witch." You stared at him in disgust. In the past he always had a habit of insulting you and giving you random, weird names. You thought of how immature of him to still have such habit when he is now grown. "I wont, Pinnochio." You spat back, the male gasped dramatically.

---You hummed a random tune as you cleaned the floor, you made sure to sweep the floor thoroughly. You didn't want to hear another of those Lily's angry bickering.
While cleaning you were completely unaware of those eyes that watched you from afar, filled with unknown but dangerous intentions. They were waiting for you, they were ready for you.