UNCONCEALED TRUTH, AND THE ALLIANCE

CHAPTER 95: UNCONCEALED TRUTH, AND THE ALLIANCE

And true to what Ruscov said, Rio had a dream.

The dreamscape which is filled with blood rooted to damnation. It reeks with death. The demise to which she could tell means death. Somebody died. Somebody perished. All peril, annihilated by the masked killer, or was it a mask that the culprit wore? But woven skin taken from the victim who suffered, while the murderer’s face had gone missing. She recalled once on how she had encountered her—yes, her, to which she couldn’t grasp whether it was the whole truth or not. Another deception, another lies, and unconcealed truth that remains hidden on the dark. The missing killer. The cruelty that embraced Belize has been caused, and conformed by a woman. Mistaken as a man, for how much had she had gone through, the punishment she inflicted in accords as it was somehow similar to the psychopath killers, murderers of women between 1500’s, Jack—a reaper or so what he called himself with.

Thus far, it