It's Called Love, Right?

Chapter 10 - Investigation

[Misty's POV]

Swiftly, we slid into the train cabins and scanned the rooms. With patterned walls and red cushioned seats, we were in a top-class cabin with ten other guests, who I suspected were NPCs. None of the rooms were occupied, which left them all in the meeting room.

"Makes things easier," I thought.

Three of the passengers were children at about 5-6 years old, so I could take them out of suspicion. Then, there were the parents: two moms and one dad. The dad played with the children while moving on crutches, so I doubted he was capable of being the serial killer, knowing that the killer was known for his agility. Next, the two women were cheerfully chatting with each other; the killer preferred to avoid all unnecessary interactions, so they were cross off the list as well.

Then that leaves... My eyes landed on the three men and one woman sitting across from each other by the end of the train cabin.

"So? Anyone looking suspicious to you?" Ash leaned against the wall.

"Um... So far I've narrowed it down to those four people," I gestured with my eyes.

"Cool, keep on looking," the raven-haired man brushed my statement aside as he threw himself on the bed beside us.

"...Aren't you suppose to assist me?" I raised an eyebrow. Hearing his nonexistent reply, I sighed. So much for accompanying me.

I secretly examined the four people, feeling grateful for Birch's lesson on self concealment. They all appeared to be around their mid thirties; the woman was wearing a very sporty outfit; the man beside her was wearing a suit. I'm guessing that he was a business man. The two men left were talking to each other; one had glasses and the other was wearing a backpack.

"I wonder what's in that bag." I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. I looked over to Ash, who was blankly staring at the ceiling. Although his body was there, he's mind seemed to be somewhere faraway.

The sporty woman seemed to notice me staring, because the next thing I knew she was approaching my way. "Hey! You looked tired, would you like some cookies?" She handed me a cookie with a smile.

"Ah, thanks," I look blankly at her offer and decided accept the cookie.

"Does that young man want one too?" She pointed at Ash.

Lazily waving his hand, the raven haired boy laid down on the bed and turned his back on us. I sweat dropped.

"I think he'll pass, thanks for the offer though," I replied.

"Alright then," she chuckled and walked away. I watched as she gave all the other guests a cookie as well.

"She seems like a social butterfly. I doubt she's the murder either." I was about to take a bite out of the cookie when Ash suddenly sat straight up, making me flinch and drop the cookie on the bed.

"My cookie!" I watched with a dumbfounded expression as he just took it and threw it in his mouth. "ASH KETCHUM??? What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was hungry," He shrugged then fell back down on the bed.

"Breathe, Misty. Breathe." I pulled my hair out of frustration, suppressing my urge to murder the man that was slowly but surely getting on my nerves. I was about throw him off the bed when I realized he fell asleep.

Really, Ash Ketchum?

I sighed in surrender at the eccentric boy who was different from all the others I've met. He didn't seem to care for rules, only following his own mood. I guess that dauntless sense of indifference really did set him a part from others.