Part 24

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"Tell me more about that guy."

"You'll be thrilled." I reply to her.

"Just tell Clem."

Storyline (Loslin's place)

"Who are you?" I asked like a drunk lost person.

"Well..." He smirked.

"Come on...say something."

"Loslin. Loslin Inferrerio."

"And how do you relate to me?"

"I don't relate to you anyway." He gave a little laugh, creeps.

"How do you know so much about me?"

"You wan'na see something?" He asked.

"What is it?"

"Follow me."

He takes me to a room which was quite large and deep in the basement. Firstly I couldn't sense anything interesting here but then, I already got scared to shit for real now, when I saw those.

"That looks like my brother's face, his skin."

"Well yes."

"And that's Derek."

"Aha." He nods.

"My dad, my relatives, my mom, even me."

"So, guess what?"

"What are these? Masks?"

"Yes. I used your brother's one that day, 1:45 am."

"How did you imitate his voice? And you're fat, he's not fat. He's not so tall like you. Where did you keep your beard when you wore that huh?"

"Calm down babe, I'll answer all your questions."

"I'm not your babe."

"Okay..." He laughed again. Why does he keep laughing?

"Answer my questions."

"I am a magician not in a way to do magic, but to conceal identity, imitate...and this is not me."

"What do you mean?"

He rips off his face and beard, takes off the upper portion of clothes and yeah...I'm dreaming I guess.

"Presenting to you, Loslin Inferrerio."

"You're so fit."

"Like your brother?"

"More? I guess..."

"Woah...slow down."

"Why did you come that day at so night? Being my brother."

"Anyone of the hostel will let me meet you that night if I am your brother...and I needed to see Clementine. And now I made your mask."

"Why do you care about my family so much?"

"I could help you get the murderer; of your dad."

When anyone says that, my eyes go lit anyway. But he seemed quite mysterious. So, it was hard to make believe to him and whatever he was doing there.

"What ma'am? You're scared of me?" He asked.

"Certainly, because you are a man of intense mysteries."

He gives me his phone number and tells me to contact him further if I wish to take his help. But I don't give him mine. What is he? Does he know Dustin? Or Dustix? Or...

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