"W-what..." Anastasia covers her mouth unconsciously with her both hands– her mind instantly blanks out."That's it! We are all gonna die here!" Senior Philip shouted that echoes around the hallway. Both of his hand was placed on the both side of his head, griping his hair furiously. He looks like he was about to lose his mind already."Senior Philip...calm down. Nothing will happen if you started to act that way and make a fuss about this." Madame Leticia commented, voice irritated."How can I calm down?! The murderer is killing us one by one! The culprit will obviously finish us all here! No one will be left out!" He shouted. "If I know that this will happened, I shouldn't have attended the party in the first place." He whispered in frustration."All of us didn't expect this to happen Senior Philip. So if I were you, calm your ass down if you dont want to be the next person who's covered in blood, lifeless." Lord Gilbert said, surprisingly calm given their situation.Meanwhile, Anast
"Louise?" Anastasia called as she knocks on the wooden door three times.It only takes a brief seconds before the door went open, revealing the actress with a dark bags under her eyes. She looks tired and restless."Hey are you okay?" Anastasia asked in concern. "You shouldn't be looking like that specially with your condition." She said or more likely nag at her. But Louise just deeply sighed but still opened the door to let them in, which they did."I cant help it. I cant sleep. Im too worried about everything to the point that I cant even have a nap or even just a blink." She said, completely looking so stress."No, you shouldn't be stressing yourself out. Its not good for the baby." Anastasia said."I know, but the situation is starting to get hopeless. And you know Im not only worried about myself but on this little one on my stomach. I still want this baby to grow up and have a future...even if his/her father was not with us anymore." Louise said weakly. "I dont want this tragedy
"What is this? How come it was gone?" Alistair asked in confusion."Maybe the maids wiped it out accidentally? That's why it was erased." Anastasia suggests. "Remember? they always clean the rooms daily." She added."Maybe. Should we ask them?" He said."We should. But for now, I suggest to roam around the library first." Anastasia said. "We have the chance now.""Yeah." He agreed.They separate ways again to search around the room, this time they're not in rush and they have all the time. Anastasia made sure to check every details of the room, including the equipments, the books, the furnitures– everything."Found something?" Alistair asked when they met in the middle.Anastasia sigh in dissappointment before shaking her head. "No. Nothing at all.""Same." The prince said, matching her tone of dissappointment. "We should go." "Yeah." Anastasia agreed.But before they can completely leave, Anastasia made a last glance on the room. She didn't know... but she feel unsettled. She feel
"Doreen are you sure?" Alistair whispered beside her."I am! So start moving now before he can kill another person!" She shouted in rage.But no one made a move, even the servants who looks between– shock and uncertain with her sudden outburst."Doreen, I understand your anger right now– after what happened to Lord Gilbert... but you cant just point on someon–""No! Listen to me! Its the Scholar! I knew it! Scholar Francis is the culprit!" She said in insistent, still shouting at everyone.She knows she's throwing a tantrums right now. She knows she cant convince everyone if she was acting this way. And she's perfectly aware that no one will believe her if she doesn't show them any basis– or maybe an explanation on why is she accusing the scholar as the murderer. But no, you cant blame her. Because she already have enough. "Then give us an evidence and we will make a move!" The prince said, unconsciously raising his voice at the lady."I dont have! I just knew it!""Then we cant make
Anastasia tried to adjust her sight on her surroundings. Where I am? She asked to herself.Then she remember what happened to the library, to the scholar, the gun, the prince and then..."Alistair? Alistair are you here?" She asked while searching left and right. Her voice just echoes around the place but there's no response to be heard. "Alistair!" She tries again, shouting his name this time, and when there's still no response, she's about to start panicking when someone tap her back."I-im here." Someone said from behind.She turned around and saw the prince, his hands and feet are tied together with a chain. Then she's about to move closer to him when she notice that she was indeed– also tied with a chain. The chains was refraining her to do any movements."Alistair." She called again. "Thank god you're fine." She said in relief."I can say the same." He said in a smile and relief.They both stared at each other until Anastasia suddenly bursts into tears."I-im sorry..." She said
Francis Guevera. A blacksmith and a maid son. He grew up knowing how cruel is the world is. Became aware of how life is a bitch at the age of five. His family abandoned him at a young age and became an orphan at ten. He cant clearly understand why he went from staying at a warm home with his parents– but not wealthy, and in one moment being abandoned at a rundown orphanage in the next.He wont forgive his parents for abandoning him like an animal.He let his rage cloud his mind. So he did what anyone would do on his position, he raised hell to every people around him. He close his heart, with so much padlock around and wouldn't let anyone in– too afraid someone would hurt him again. It didn't take much for the orphanage management to throw him away because of his poor attitude. He's so furious after that.Francis tried to raised himself, trusting his gut and instinct more that anything else. He has no home to be called. He was alone, cold and lonely.Until someone offers him a helping
"Our majesty wouldn't do that." Alistair said. But who is he to say? He briefly know the queen. He thinks he only speak to her when he asked for permission to come with the scholar. That's all."Then you dont know your mother well your highness. Queen Helena is a monster. Everyone is her pawn and she will control you in every possible way she wants. That's why she was the hailed queen in our country. Because she can outsmart everyone by just using her mind." Scholar Francis said. "Then what are the tasks that she tell you." Anastasia asked.The scholar chuckled. "The only thing I can say is... the persons I have killed deserves their death.""What?" Anastasia asked."I simply eliminated the persons who violated the rules and a threat to our empire and disposed them." He said..*flashback["I want you to kill Lord Jeremy Marseille and his wife." Queen Helena ordered."May I ask why?""Lord Jeremy is one of the guests, who is from Germany. He owns a trading company and to say that he w
"Y-you...you're sick." Anastasia commented in disgust– or in anger. She dont know anymore. She doesn't know what to feel right now."Maybe." Scholar Francis shrugged like everything is not big deal at all. "...but like what I've said, Im only doing my job. Its the queen who ordered everything. I only took the opportunity to somehow get back to the people who hurt me back then." He continued."But its not Mister Charles fault." She still insisted but halted when the scholar glared at her direction."I dont care. His family took everything from me. It was suppose to be my place not his. I suffered so much because my one and only father abandoned me and chooses to have a new family rather than find his own son– a son with the same blood and flesh as him!" He sharply stated every words that comes out from his mouth.Anastasia didn't reply at that. For some reason, she can understand the scholar. Scholar Francis suff