The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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"Have you found some informations about Casey's background?" I ask Justine while sitting on railing made of concrete. I am currently here in the Yu's manor.

"I'm sorry, Nat." He sighs, reclining his back hip on the railing. We're here on the balcony of Justine's room. I sneak out this late night to ask him about Casey.

"Don't be, Just." I reply, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Her identity is hard to find, isn't it?"

"Absolutely." he answers, "It's like my hacking abilities are slightly inferior to the someone who hid her identity."

"Ah, I see."

"But keep your trust on me, Nat." Justine says full of firmness. "I will find her secrets."

"Thank you, Justine. Also, please don't push yourself too much." I tell him while smiling.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Chuckling, he then balled his fists. "I'm actually fired up, Nat. Since it's really rare for me to encounter a very high caliber type of hacker."

"Really, huh? Then I leave the hacking whatever to you." I say as I laugh.

"Sure, sure." And he responds, "And anyway, Nat, how's Chance?"

"You're asking me that?" I answer giving him a catatonic expression.

"Aha-ha-ha~" Justine laughs apologetically. "Sorry, Nat. Well, as you knew, I was two days absent in visiting Chance. That's why I have no idea if he's fine or not."

I let out a small sigh, "Thankfully, he's now fine. The doctor said that he can be discharged out of the hospital three days from now."

"That's a good news," he replies, "And up to now, we still do not know who's the felon of that incident."

"Yeah, it's still a mystery. But I have a hunch."

"Whoah. Why don't you spill your intuitive conviction?" Justine urges.

"Very well, I'll tell you." I say, gaining air to my respiratory system. "But don't you dare to tell someone."

"I swear an ought, I will not." He indicates as he smiles convincingly. I know that I can trust Justine.

"Chance's parents were ex-members of Black Society. And It's too obvious now, this incident is made by the other Mafia." I gaze above, arching my head up to look up the night sky.

Justine gasps with the revelation. I can't blame him, though. "H-How did you know, Nat?"

"His father told me so. I met him in the hospital."

"Whoah, I'm sure that he's scary." He mutters while feigning that he's scared. "I've only seen him, but never talked to him."

"Well, whatever." I say with a sigh. "And I have to leave, Just."

"Sure, do you want me to drive you home?"

"No, thanks." I refuse his offer, grinning. "I have my car. It is parked two blocks from your house."

"Eh? Really?" He facepalms, "Then how did you manage to come here if the guard didn't notice you?" With his confused question, I smile cleverly mixed with smug expression. "G-Geh, don't you mean . . . "