"D-Do we really have to do this, mistress?" Charlotte asked, fidgeting beside the woman whom she calls herself Mistress Karamazov. Tears had started dimming Charlotte's visions, exerting much effort to stop herself from crying as she watch the three men in black cloak tying her unconscious and blindfolded child to a metal cross bolted upright in the middle of a pentacle. Even though some individuals associate pentacles with evil spirits, the Karamazovs believe that it represents sanctity, thus, greatly helps in driving evil forces away, providing protection to individuals whose soul has been retained by the devil.They've now transferred at the household garden to where the ritual must be performed before Takumi wakes up. The pentacle he's in is surrounded by torches placed on each corner on five different points."You wanted to save your child, don't you?" Mistress Karamazov's voice sounded hoarse with age. She, then, carefully took an old book underneath the black cloak she's wearin

Theresa’s eyes opened when her phone vibrated, expecting to see Tomoya’s name on the caller ID and she was not mistaken.She stared at the call for a moment, thinking to whether answer it or not.Apparently, San Gregorio Magno Parish is an hour travel from her house and an hour-half from Tomoya’s. If she tells him she went away, he might wonder why and she’s not risking any suspicion now that the two are aware she’s still blinded from her oh-so-called visions.She sighed when the call went off and was about to sit back the pew when another one followed. It wasn’t registered and somehow brought tingles to her body.Alright, understandable. Misfortune and nothing more had to put Theresa almost twisted on her knees when she answered it and heard Takumi talk on the other line.“Where are you?”Jesus!! I just prayed for good luck and now this? She almost chokes in her own thoughts.“A-Ah… just had to pick something.”“Okay. Be at Tomoya’s in thirty minutes.”“Wait, wha—hello?” Theresa look

They all turned to the opened door where the subject stood. She closed it right away as she’s carrying two eco-bags full of food. Under the yellowish light of the room, they could see her sweat forming on her forehead.“What happened to you?” Kathleen reached to one of the bags to help her. Theresa grimaced and shook her head. “Long story, but it all started with the traffic.”“Oh, yeah? I bet mine’s longer. Get over there,” Kathleen took the other bag and volunteered to place them in the fridge.Theresa looked at Tomoya and then Takumi and then back to Tomoya as though she’s asking what’s going on, but he only shrugged and pointed the vacant seat beside him.“What’s going on?” She whimpered the moment she sat down, slightly elbowing Tomoya’s shoulder.“Where were you?” Tomoya bypassed her question. “I thought you escaped; I almost told them your little secret,” he grinned.“Let’s get this done,” Kathleen spoke soon after, capturing everyone’s attention. She stood on the other side of

“What’s wrong?” Tomoya asked as soon as he closed the door behind him. Takumi didn’t answer right away.He side-eyed the door knob and back forward. “Nothing’s logical about her actions,” he placed a finger across his lips, thinking.“Nothing’s logical about everything,” Tomoya corrected. He placed the grimoire back in the bag."You know what I mean. I’m talking about Theresa. She seems perplexed about what’s happening.”“Oh… uh… you noticed?” Tomoya looked from side to side, obviously hinting Takumi.“What are you, two, up to?” His forehead creased.Tomoya exhaled. He’s not sure if Takumi didn’t really have the idea or he’s just acting clueless to spare himself the awkward situation. The man is emotionally unavailable—literally.“Oh, c’mon! It’s written all over her face, nii-san. Use your MDs.”“None of them are for mind-reading,” Takumi walked before Tomoya could react and it only took two steps for him to chase after his first six ones. Soon enough, he’s already walking alongside h

“Look,” he took a small step away from the railings. “Just spare the women and the children. They could never contribute from whatever you, guys, are planning. Don’t you feel bad about them?” He turned to look at the individuals behind him, cowering in fear in the corners of the thronged cell. Most of them are, indeed, children and women in various races. Kaiser held his head down. “It’s not for me decide,” he talked between breaths. “Besides, the moment Mr. Hunt finds out that Diego escaped, do you think he's not gonna take anyone’s life? Most likely, he’ll take those who have no use to him.” Jay teetered all of the sudden, staggering backwards. How did he notice? Diego is the least noticeable person among them. Ever since Jay entered the place, he’s never seen him get out; he’s never been tortured the entire time he’s there either. “Don’t stress yourself too much, I met him outside. He tried killing Kathleen. I assume you know her. She’s one of the supervisors of the company you’