The Stray Kids of Edogawa Rampo

A Witch

A WITCH

A CCTV footage
December 23, 2020

12:52 am.

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12:53 am.

A young man wearing a white hoodie is currently under surveillance. The collar of his shirt is filled with rust and blood stains. He’s currently locked in an old and cemented cell, his hands were cuffed and his feet were chained to the ground. You can tell that he’s chained up harshly because of the bruises on his wrists and ankles. He’s blindfolded, but you can tell that he’s awake. His breathing is shallow and heavy. His lips were cracking because of thirst. He totally looked like dying because of starvation, but despite all these, an annoying smirk was plastered all over his face.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

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And just like the usual, he would bump his head against the wall.

12:54 am

A man with a silver hair entered the room where his cell is located. He’s wearing a black v-neck shirt and a pair of black pants. He is tall and has a well-built body, he’s probably around his late 20’s. He entered the young man’s cell and walked towards him. The young man looked like a poor dirt under God’s mercy with his limp body. Still, he didn’t stop smirking. The silver-haired man slightly shook his head with a comical grin, as if he’s impressed on how the hell could this young man still smirk smugly given his current situation. He leveled his body on his hostage and pulled his hair.

“What’re you bumping your head for? You won’t die that way.” The silver head said, the young man’s smirk went bigger upon hearing his voice. “Are you planning to crack your head or something?”

“No,” he said in a raspy voice. “I was trying to crack the wall.”

12:55 am

The young man coughed a couple of times. His throat probably hurt just by uttering a few words. The silver-haired man stared at him with sharp eyes. He went out of the cell for a moment and returned with a glass of water. He cupped his face single-handedly and poured the water on his face. The young man almost drowned as he balled his fist tightly.

“The audacity, I admire it,” He pulled the young man’s blindfold and he was greeted with a pair of dead but cunning orbs. “I wonder where you get that?”

“Sino ka?”

“I don’t think you need to know,” The silver-haired man said in his deep voice, “But I know you quite well, you’re pretty famous.”

12:56 am

The young man jerked his head and giggled sarcastically, “Pretty, yes. Famous, nah,” he had this painfully annoying tone in his voice despite his current condition. “I’m Twelve Levent, you know that?”

The silver-haired man nodded and scanned him from head to toe, “You don’t look like dying.”

“No,” Twelve shook his head, “Not yet.”

They both fell silent after that, they measured each other by piercing stares. The silver-haired man was pissed, entirely, that he wanted to permanently erase that smirk that plays on the young man’s lips. Twelve has been here ever since he was abducted, without food to eat or even water to drink. A regular person would probably die or beg for a grain of rice. Hunger was a weakness for human beings. However, despite being chained and locked up for three days, this guy can still show a smug and an unbothered face against his enemy.