CHAPTER 8
DARK SIDE
Seyren's POV
"Breaking news, the statue commemorating the comfort women, which had been removed by the former president from Baywalk Boulevard, suddenly reappeared in the middle of the Manila Bay sidewalk this past Sunday. This unexpected return delighted netizens and the relatives of the former comfort women from World War II. The new president declared that he had secretly erected it there to surprise the public, a gesture that brought tears to the eyes of many who had waited years for such recognition."
I heard this news while I was cleaning my car in the garage, my ears perking up at the broadcaster's enthusiastic delivery.
"Yan ang gusto ko sa bagong presidente, may respeto sa mga babae at aktibo pa" said one of the maids as she passed by the entrance of the house, her face alight with approval.
When she saw me, she stopped walking, concern creasing her brow.
"Oh my! Madame Seyren ano pong ginagawa nyo dyan? Kami na po dyan Madam!" They panicked and ran outside, their voices rising in a blend of worry and dismay.
"Huh? No need, I'll handle it. I don't have anything else to do anyway," I reassured them, smiling softly as I resumed cleaning the car's interior, enjoying the peaceful task.
I took a short break, wiping sweat from my brow as I surveyed the spotless interior, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
"Ma'am, Madame Elowen instructed us not to let you do any housework because you rarely get a day off. We'll handle it, Kennedy and I!" they insisted, their expressions earnest.
I pointed the hose at them playfully.
"I'll shoot you with this if you come closer," I warned with a mischievous grin, my eyes twinkling.
"You'll get wet, you want that? No, right? I'll do it myself, and I'm also doing this as an apology because I owe Azara. Remember..." I tapped both of my cheeks, making them laugh and breaking the tension.
"Don't worry, Elowen won't find out that I cleaned the car. As long as no one snitches, it's our little secret, okay? Shhh." I pressed my index finger to my lips and made a "shhh" sound, winking conspiratorially at them.
The two maids blushed, their embarrassment visible as they exchanged shy glances.
"Magluluto nalang po kami ng pagkain para sa inyo as a reward. Pwede po ba 'yon?" one of them offered, eager to please.
"Absolutely, I like that. Thank you," I responded, giving them a thumbs-up, which they returned enthusiastically.
As they walked away, I overheard one of them whispering to her companion.
"Madame is so handsome and beautiful at the same time. If I were a man, I'd court her," she said, and I couldn't help but smile, watching them disappear around the corner.
I continued cleaning, losing myself in the familiar routine for a few more minutes.
Afterward, I decided to attend to my moped, which had been malfunctioning in the middle of the road for days when I was going to or coming from work.
I had been putting off the maintenance, but now seemed as good a time as any.
I checked for any issues but couldn't find any visible problems, frustration bubbling up inside me.
"You better stop flirting with my maids," a sharp female voice cut through the air behind me, startling me.
When I turned around, I saw Azara at the doorway, her eyebrow raised and arms crossed, looking at me with a mix of irritation and amusement.
Our eyes met, and even from a distance, I could see her ocean-blue eyes dilate, a striking contrast to her Filipina features.
Her blue eyes never seemed so real.
She was Filipina, evident from her brown skin, yet her eyes always threw people off.
They were captivating, almost otherworldly.
"I'm not flirting; I'm being genuine," I said, averting my gaze and focusing again on my moped, which now seemed even more troublesome than before.
"Who are you fooling?" she asked, her tone challenging.
The side of my lips tugged into a small smile, finding her persistent questioning somewhat amusing.
"No one," I answered simply and confidently, my voice steady.
She fell silent at my response.
I could feel her eyes boring into my back, a unique tension settling in the air.
There was always something about her presence that made every moment feel charged, like being on the edge of a precipice.
Azara was known for her roles as villains in movies and series, roles that seemed to mirror her real personality-fiery, relentless, and always ready for a fight.
"Don't you dare talk to anyone in this house. This is not your home. You're not a Cameron," she declared, her irritation palpable.
I looked at her again, tilting my head slightly as if considering her words.
"How am I supposed to communicate if I don't talk to anyone? I'd feel lonely, and they'll hate me if I become a bitch like you," I said directly, smirking as I saw her eyebrows furrow and her fists clench in response.
"What did you say?" she asked, seemingly shocked, her voice rising in pitch.
I smiled sweetly, a hint of mockery in my expression.
"I said you're beautiful. Like a child of a god," I replied, then turned back to my task, effectively dismissing her.
"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?!" she raised her voice, but I continued to ignore her, focusing on my moped.
"Do you think you have allies in this house? If Mama and Papa used to side with you, well now you have no allies. You're alone in this house!" she snapped, her voice growing louder, though she didn't step closer.
I frowned, my frustration shifting from the moped to her words.
I was probably breaking my moped even more with my distracted tinkering.
"Take back what you said to me right now. Learn to respect your elders!" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.
I grimaced, realizing I had indeed worsened the moped's condition. I should have left it alone.
"I said pay attention to me-"
"I love you," I said, cutting off Azara's rant, my voice calm and clear.
She fell silent, and when I looked at her, she stood frozen, her face flushing a deep red.
I looked her in the eye and repeated my words.
"I love you, Azara," I said, my voice steady and sincere.
"From the very onset of my existence to the ultimate cessation of my being, my fixation upon you shall persist unrelenting and irrevocable, an ever-present shadow that endures beyond the confines of mortality."
I continued speaking, observing her reaction closely. She was utterly silent, her eyes widening in shock, her face flushing with embarrassment, and she seemed to be holding her breath.
She, in turn, was watching me intently. I made no other gestures but stared back at her.
"Fuck you," she responded by giving me the middle finger before turning and walking away.
I continued to watch her and noticed she stopped momentarily.
When she turned back towards me, she walked closer.
It felt as though time had frozen and the movement of people around us slowed down.
She was all I could see, and my heart was pounding with every beat I felt.
Her hips swayed with each step she took. Her hair danced with the wind as she exited the house.
She approached me further and then pushed me aside.
She crouched next to the moped, her eyes expertly scanning the engine.
She retrieved a wrench from her toolkit and began loosening a few bolts.
I raised an eyebrow at her actions but positioned myself behind her to watch.
I knew she could fix motorbikes or car engines. In fact, both she and Elowen were skilled with vehicle mechanics, thanks to their uncle Elliot who was proficient in repair work and had taught them both.
I had never been interested in becoming a mechanic myself, so I had missed the lessons they received.
I watched as she carefully removed the spark plug and examined it.
A layer of soot was evident on it, which she cleaned with a small brush from my toolkit.
My gaze shifted to her figure. I glanced at her face again as I realized something about her attire.
After reassembling the spark plug, Azara turned her attention to the fuel line.
She tapped it gently and inspected it for any cracks or blockages.
Finding a minor obstruction, she cleared it out with practiced efficiency.
Finally, Azara adjusted the carburetor, fine-tuning it to ensure the correct air-fuel mixture.
I watched in awe as she worked with such precision.
After a few moments, she turned the key, and the moped roared to life, the engine purring smoothly unlike before.
When she faced me again, I couldn't help but smile. It was a genuine smile.
"That's really impressive," I said.
"No, you're just dumb as fuck," she retorted harshly before walking away.
I was left alone in the garage, chuckling to myself.
After a few minutes, I resumed cleaning my moped.
As I worked, I knew the man I was expecting would show up soon.
He parked his car close to Azara's McLaren.
When he emerged from his BMW, our eyes locked once more.
Minutes later, Azara arrived.
"Baby, I missed you," her sharp voice cut through the air as she kissed Liam somewhat aggressively, breaking our eye contact.
I turned away and continued my work until they had gone inside.
"Sorry I'm late. I won't be able to join you this Friday; I'll be heading to Zambales," I heard Liam's deep voice say.
I didn't listen further, as I had no desire to hear their conversation. My eyes caught Liam trying to hold Azara around the waist, but she had already begun walking away.
I watched them ascend the stairs and head towards the second floor.
All day, I busied myself with cleaning tasks. I cleaned the vehicles, tidied my own room, planted some flowers in Elowen's garden, and repainted the gate of the house.
I must admit, the work was exhausting, but it was entirely worthwhile.
At least I managed to get some sleep after working so hard, unlike my two housemates, who seemed to be engaged in their usual romantic entanglements in their room.
"You're really hardworking, Madame. You clearly don't want to just stay in your room all day, do you?" Manang Marie commented as I was enjoying my afternoon snack in the dining area.
It was late afternoon, and the sun was beginning to set.
I was waiting for Chef to return from grocery shopping for the ingredients for tonight's meal, which I would also be joining.
"It's nothing, I'm happy to help," I replied with a warm smile.
"Also, thank you for the shawarma; it was delicious," I added.
"Oh, I didn't cook that. It was delivered to you, I think it came from Neome," she said, and my smile widened at her words.
"Thank you for the information," I said and opened my phone.
I texted Neome:
To Neome:
I see you sent food. Thanks!
From Neome:
Hey, that's not free; you owe me, not money, but quality time.
To Neome:
I'll just throw up everything I ate and give it to you. You're really sweet.
From Neome:
Gross, you're so disgusting.
To Neome:
Just kidding! What do you want? I'll give it to you.
From Neome:
That's good; I'm glad we're on the same page. So, here's the deal: come with me this Thursday to Zambales. We'll stay for three days and two nights, doing charity work for schools affected by the typhoon. Kalix Yan will be there too; he'll be helping us.
To Neome:
Who is Kalix Yan?
From Neome:
You must be new to the world; you don't know much. Kalix Yan is a famous vlogger in the Philippines now, a friend of the late Troy, who was also a vlogger. Kalix Yan loves helping people; check out his vlog.
To Neome:
You know, even if I'm not with you, I can imagine you raising your voice and your eyebrows, with a matching glare.
From Neome:
You really have me memorized, huh?
To Neome:
Of course!
Our conversation continued for a while. I missed talking to her, as I realized while texting.
Even as I used my phone, my smile remained broad.
I had finished the shawarma, but I was still at the dining table, focused on my phone.
"Someone's in love," a voice suddenly said, startling me so much that I almost fell off my seat.
"Oh my god, baby, are you alright?" Elowen rushed over to help me, laughing as she assisted me in getting back on my feet.
"You really startled me," I complained softly, pouting like a child.
"Sorry, it won't happen again," she said, helping to adjust my chair.
"You came home early," I remarked as I took a seat.
"Work was boring. I'd rather spend time with you and Azara than be at the office," she explained.
"By the way, where's Ate?" I hadn't yet answered her question when another sound interrupted us-Azara's familiar groan.
And there they were again.
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No one's POV
"Ugh Liam, f-fuck!!" Azara moaned loudly habang naka earbuds ang kanyang boyfriend at nakikinig ng music.
Her grin was broad as she continued to moan, deliberately making sure everyone in the house could hear that she and her boyfriend were engaged in some activity, even though they weren't actually doing anything.
She kept up the noise until she finished her little performance.
Afterward, she pulled the earbuds from her boyfriend's ears.
Liam was about to kiss her, but Azara simply pushed him away, causing him to land on the floor.
"Why did you push me?" Liam asked, stunned.
"I'm going to take a shower," Azara replied curtly as she left the bed and walked to her walk-in closet.
"I'll join you in the shower!" Liam said cheerfully and humorously, getting up.
"Don't even think about it, and stop being such a creep. You're scaring me," Azara said coldly without looking at her boyfriend.
At Azara's words, Liam's jaw clenched in anger.
"Are you really scared of me?" he asked, his voice deepening.
"Yes," Azara answered without hesitation. Liam clenched his fists, his breathing becoming more aggressive.
"You shouldn't be scared. I won't hurt you."
"Just be quiet, Liam. You're saying too much," Azara replied emotionlessly.
She brushed past her boyfriend, gave him a scowl, and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"Such a creep. Why did I even date him?" Azara murmured to herself.
Azara dismissed the encounter with her boyfriend as if it were inconsequential.
She undressed, leaving herself completely nude.
In the bathtub she had prepared, she submerged herself as if trying to drown out her thoughts.
She moved her hand from her neck down to her femininity.
As her finger made contact with her sensitive area, she felt a wave of warmth spread through her body.
"Ohh fuck" The only person on her mind as she began to pleasure herself was her lover.
On the other hand, Elowen decided to extend an invitation to Skyler, hoping to have her over for dinner and a casual hangout.
However, upon her arrival, the anticipated cheerful atmosphere was replaced by an air of wariness, as Elowen had heard unsettling rumors about a suspected killer being in the house with three women.
"Come on, Skyler, ease up a bit. Join us," Elowen encouraged, while she and Seyren immersed themselves in a game on their PS5.
"Fine, but that doesn't mean I'm not irritated that you all feel comfortable letting that man into this house," Skyler retorted, her deep voice carrying the weight of her annoyance.
"If you're scared, you can always drop by whenever he's here, right, Elowen?" Seyren teased, casting a playful wink at Elowen.
Elowen grasped Seyren's implication, biting her lip and letting out a giggle.
"She's right. If you're so scared he might harm us, then visit us all the time," Elowen suggested, visibly pleased with the prospect of Skyler's frequent presence.
"I suppose I'll be making more visits then," Skyler muttered, rolling her eyes.
Seyren discreetly extended her hand, and Elowen responded with a low five, their silent gesture brimming with mutual amusement.
Elowen even mouthed a "thank you" to Seyren, her gratitude evident.
Several hours later, when dinner time arrived, the siblings remarkably congregated around the same dining table.
They were joined by Azara's boyfriend and the detective, much to Liam's unexpected surprise.
"Here, I know you like it," Liam said, placing some shrimp on Azara's plate.
She forced a smile, continuing to eat with a feigned air of indifference.
Elowen and Seyren exchanged knowing glances at the couple's interaction.
Elowen shrugged nonchalantly and focused on her meal.
Liam cleared his throat, shattering the silence that enveloped the five of them.
"I heard the cases you're handling now are quite challenging, Detectives," Liam remarked, his voice tinged with somberness as he glanced at Seyren and Skyler, despite Elowen sitting between them.
"Yeah, it turns out there's only one killer responsible for the brutally murdered victims," Skyler replied, her tone devoid of emotion.
Liam, however, was too engrossed in his stare at Seyren to pay attention.
"The TV reports say it's the work of a psychopath... There really are a lot of demons around these days," Liam said, resuming his meal.
He didn't notice his girlfriend stealing a glance at Seyren.
"Good luck and always remember that god is always with us" he added nonchalantly.
Azara quickly looked away when her eyes met Seyren's.
"Yes, sometimes these demons even reproduce, spreading their evil further instead of being eradicated," Skyler said sharply, her gaze fixed on Liam.
"Like you," Skyler muttered to herself, just loud enough for her to hear.
Amid the palpable tension, Seyren attempted to shift the conversation.
She succeeded in making the atmosphere a bit livelier, but Skyler's intense glare at Liam remained unrelenting.
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"Bagong biling moped o bagong paligo?" Anthony joked, his tone lighthearted, as Seyren arrived at their headquarters' parking lot.
"Bininyagan ng anghel" Seyren replied with a smile, removing her helmet.
"Let me help you," Anthony offered, stepping closer to remove her helmet for her.
"Thank you," she said, her smile radiant as her heart began to race inexplicably.
It was as if the world granted her a moment to appreciate Seyren's beauty.
His pupils dilated, and it felt as though his breath got caught in his throat, his pulse quickening as he savored the brief yet profound connection.
"You're quite early today... On for another searching operation?" Seyren asked yet Anthony didn't quite catch it.
He was occupied with his own business, admiring the beauty of the woman in front of him.
"You're beautiful" he said absentmindedly.
Seyren smiled at what she heard, thanked the young man, and took her helmet to strap it to the handlebars of her motorcycle.
"Don't look at me like that, baka matunaw ako," Seyren joked, flashing a smile at Anthony as she walked past him.
"You're so corny, Detective Valencia," Anthony replied, following her with a grin.
"I'm a person, not corn," Seyren quipped, and despite its simplicity, it made Anthony burst into laughter.
As they entered their office, they were greeted by a nun who looked strikingly similar to Jennifer.
Seyren's eyes widened in fear, and she hid behind Anthony.
"Holy-OMG! Is Nun Jennifer haunting us?" Seyren exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of the officer present and the nun.
Anthony laughed at Seyren's comment, and despite the heavy atmosphere in the office, he managed to lighten it with his reaction.
The nun and the interviewing police officer both smiled.
"She's not a ghost, Detective Valencia. This is Kierra, Nun Jennifer's twin sister," the police officer explained respectfully.
Seyren didn't immediately believe it and continued to use her six-foot-tall friend as a shield.
"Why is she in a nun outfit?" Seyren asked, stuttering. Anthony turned to face her.
His smile broadened as he found Seyren's behavior adorable.
"Did you forget they are twins? Remember, Detective Skyler gave you a Polaroid of the two of them," Anthony reminded her in a gentle voice.
Seyren tried to recall what Anthony said, and when she realized the truth, she closed her eyes in embarrassment.
She hid her face in the collar of her blazer and almost cursed.
"You're really cute," Anthony said, messing up Seyren's hair.
Once Seyren stood up straight, she faced the nun and apologized.
"I'm really sorry, and for almost cursing too," she said. Kierra smiled at her.
"Don't worry, you've been forgiven by God," Kierra replied.
Seyren's face lit up, and she almost made a gesture of respect, but Kierra stopped her.
"Oh, no need for that. I'm not a real nun," Kierra said. Seyren's brow furrowed in confusion.
She tilted her head and looked at the police officer, who nodded in confirmation.
"She's right, Detective Seyren. In fact, it's not always Nun Jennifer at the church. It's often Kierra pretending to be her twin," the police officer explained, deepening Seyren's confusion.
"W-why pretend?" Seyren asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and disbelief.
"That's why I'm here. I want to explain that I impersonate her because every Sunday during mass, Nun Jennifer is actually at a bar. She's a stripper," Kierra revealed, turning back to the police officer.
"Huh?" was all Seyren and Anthony could manage in response, their minds struggling to process the information.
"You heard correctly. My twin is a stripper, and I believe that led to her death. She had a confrontation at the bar last time; someone wanted her to become a prostitute, but she refused," Kierra continued, her voice steady despite the gravity of her words.
The police officer meticulously noted every detail, his pen scratching across the notepad.
The shocking revelation left Seyren stunned as she sat at her desk, her mind racing with disbelief and concern.
She couldn't believe such things could happen.
She thought identity swapping between twins only happened on television or in movies.
"That is a dark plot twist, huh?" Anthony remarked, equally at a loss for words.
Their eyes followed the nun as she exited with the police officer, her somber expression reflecting the weight of her story.
"I thought that only happened in movies," Seyren said, her voice tinged with incredulity.
Anthony wanted to laugh but held it back, sensing the need for gravity in the moment.
As Seyren stared at the entrance of their office, she noticed her fellow detective accompanied by a stunning woman.
Her breath caught in her throat the moment she got a full view of the woman walking behind the detective.
It felt like her world stopped when she saw that woman.
The woman was wearing a sleek black turtleneck paired with a chic cape blazer, tailored black pants, and high heels.
Her hair was styled in loose waves, including soft bangs that framed her face perfectly.
"Bro... Do you see what I see?" Anthony said, his expression mirroring Seyren's shock.
He was equally surprised to see the woman.
"I-is that..." The two detectives looked at each other, their eyes wide with astonishment.
"Samantha Baek?" they said in unison, disbelief coloring their voices.
"Detective Valencia," their fellow detective called out to Seyren as he entered, causing her to stand up quickly, with Anthony following suit.
"Yes, Detective!" Her voice was louder than intended, startling the two detectives accompanying her.
Though the newly arrived detective furrowed his brow at her outburst, he chose to ignore it.
"Detective Skyler asked me to give you this case. She wants you to handle Miss Samantha Baek," the detective said, prompting Seyren to quickly leave her desk and approach the woman.
She greeted Samantha with a respectful nod.
"Good morning to you too, my name is Samantha Baek and I'm here to report a missing person," Samantha said, her voice carrying a calm authority.
"Let's go over here," Seyren offered, gesturing toward a nearby chair at her desk.
As the Korean woman sat down, Seyren closed her eyes briefly, internally screaming with excitement over the warm smile Samantha gave her.
She quickly sat in her swivel chair, nearly toppling over in the process.
Samantha's presence seemed to make her unusually clumsy.
"Are you okay?" Samantha asked softly, her voice laced with concern.
Seyren nodded eagerly, cleared her throat, and composed herself.
"So, who is this missing person?" she asked, opening her computer to take notes.
"Well, we have a VVIP who rented our Mercedes Benz four days ago. His name is Yoshino Aoi. He said he was meeting a friend, but it's been two days, and he hasn't returned. I found the car at the Manila Bay sidewalk, and I discovered a severed finger, which I handed over to the first detective I contacted," Samantha explained, her voice steady but with an underlying tension.
Seyren's world seemed to stop again upon hearing that.
"Severed finger?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Samantha nodded, her expression serious.
"If possible, I'd like an investigation because Yoshino Aoi is an important person. He's from a monarchy family," Samantha continued, her tone urgent.
Seyren listened intently, her mind racing with the intensity of the situation.
When they decided to visit the car used by the missing man, Anthony managed to tag along, his curiosity piqued.
They traveled to a location where Samantha Baek had temporarily stored the car.
The area was a quiet, discreet parking lot, far from prying eyes.
"This is the car he used. I haven't allowed my staff to touch it because there might be evidence you could find that I missed," Samantha said, her eyes scanning the surroundings cautiously.
The two detectives opened and meticulously examined the car, their trained eyes searching for any clues.
Samantha watched them closely, her arms crossed and her posture tense.
Anthony took the driver's seat, inspecting the dashboard and the compartments.
Seyren checked the backseat and the trunk, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
"It's clean," Anthony said, but his tone was uncertain. "Too clean."
Seyren nodded, agreeing with his assessment.
"It's almost like someone tried to cover their tracks."
"We need to take this to the headquarters, don't you think?" Anthony asked, Seyren just nodded.
Seyren informed Samantha about their plan, and the woman agreed without hesitation.
They called for a truck to transport the car to headquarters.
"For now, you can go home, Miss Baek. We'll inform you once we have a clue about what happened or where Yoshino Aoi might be," Anthony said, his voice steady as he watched Seyren continue to scrutinize the car.
Samantha Baek bid them farewell and left in her sleek Lamborghini.
As she drove away, Seyren's attention was captivated by the departing vehicle.
The two detectives exchanged glances and smiled knowingly at each other.
"She's so beautiful!" Seyren exclaimed, almost giddy with excitement. Anthony mirrored her reaction.
"Man, I'd take this case if I didn't have other priorities," Anthony said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I'll set everything aside; I'll give this case my full attention," Seyren declared, her smile unwavering.
"God, I would date her if I could," Seyren added, causing Anthony to look at her in confusion.
"What? I thought you liked boys?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm bisexual, I go both ways..." Seyren said with a teasing smile, though she was telling the truth.
Back at headquarters, Seyren couldn't contain her excitement.
She enthusiastically bragged about her interaction with Samantha to anyone who would listen.
Anthony couldn't help but find her excitement endearing.
The encounter seemed to inspire Seyren, and she threw herself into the new case with vigor.
She made numerous calls, spoke with various people, and kept her eyes glued to her computer screen.
Miraculously, before the day ended, she had already found a crucial clue.
"Fuck, I get it! I got all the CCTV footage and details about Yoshino Aoi's movements!" Seyren exclaimed excitedly just as Skyler entered their office.
"Already?" Skyler asked in surprise.
"I just handed you Yoshino's case this morning," she added, incredulous.
Seyren nodded energetically and pulled Skyler over to her computer.
Anthony joined them, eager to hear the details.
"See that..." She pointed at the screen of her computer.
"This is the CCTV footage showing Yoshino's movements." Seyren typed something on her Keyboard.
"First, he went to a cafe where, according to a staff member, he was waiting for someone. He stayed there for four hours, but no one approached him." She, then, changes the scene and proceeds to the next footage.
"Next, he went to a bar in Dapitan where, as you can see in this footage, a man in a black hoodie and pants approached him." She pointed at a man on the corner of the video.
Showing a guy looking at Yoshino from afar.
"This is the guy he was meeting. They left together in a car and went to the Manila Bay sidewalk, where they left the car. The CCTV didn't capture where they went after that, but do you see this?" Seyren zoomed in on the video, showing the eyes of the person who was with Yoshino.
"He resembles the man described by the hotel witness who took Azara to the hospital," Seyren said, pulling out her sketch and comparing it to the image of the man on the screen.
The two images matched, convincing the detectives that it was the same person.
"Wow... I'm so speechless right now..." Anthony said, impressed by Seyren's work. Skyler, too, looked amazed.
"That only means it's either this guy kidnapped Yoshino Aoi or they were working together. But I guess they knew each other because I called someone from the bank and they told me Yoshino just deposited a million peso on his bank account yesterday." Seyren pulled out a note with a number written on it.
"This is pretty impressive, Seyren. I didn't know kaya mong magtrabaho ng ganito ka bilis. Is this what you called having an inspiration?" Anthony teased.
"I guess... Or maybe..."
"Or you're on your dark side"
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