CHAPTER 12
CONNECTING DOTS
Seyren's POV
I saw it right?
I saw him...
We saw each other...
And even have a fight...
I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in the emptiness above me.
The sterile white tiles offered no comfort, just a reminder of my current state.
I was in a private room at the hospital, lying there with bandages wrapped around my head and arm, the beeping of the heart monitor the only sound breaking the silence.
It turns out I've been unconscious for 72 hours now, and I just woke up.
Seventy-two hours of oblivion, and now reality was flooding back with overwhelming intensity.
The doctor had already checked me and reassured Elowen that I was feeling better.
Better, really? I wondered, the word echoing hollowly in my mind.
Physically, I looked fine.
The cuts and bruises would heal, and the bandages would come off.
But mentally... I didn't know.
My thoughts were a chaotic mess, emotions tangled like a knot I couldn't untie.
"I'm gonna call my girlfriend to let her know about this. Ate, please watch over Seyren," I heard Elowen say.
Her voice was a soothing balm amidst the turmoil. She gently squeezed my hand before leaving the room, her presence a momentary anchor.
Azara and I were left alone in silence.
She sat across the room on a couch, her arms crossed and eyes fixed on me.
I was aware of everything happening around me, but everything felt overwhelming, like I was drowning in the sea of my own thoughts.
I was annoyed with myself. Frustrated at whoever that man was who had caused this, and irritated by my own weakness that had landed me here.
How had I let this happen? The questions circled in my mind, relentless and unforgiving.
I could feel my heart's slow beat, a steady thud that seemed to mock my turmoil.
"Stop being so quiet, you're making me nervous." The words slipped out, my voice sounding foreign even to me.
I turned my head to the side, seeking some connection, some break in the solitude.
I saw Azara sitting on the couch, her arms crossed, looking at me with an intensity that both unnerved and comforted me.
Her presence, silent yet powerful, was a reminder that I wasn't alone in this.
But what now?
How do I move forward from here?
The questions remained, unanswered and daunting, as I lay there, staring into the abyss of uncertainty.
"Bakit ka naman kakabahan?" I asked, feeling a bit confused.
"I'll think you're dead," she answered in a slightly soft tone, the words lingering in the air like a fragile, unspoken truth.
"Feeling nervous because you'll think I'm dead is actually not very believable," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I even think you'll be happy when it happens." As I uttered those words, I averted my gaze, unable to meet her eyes, which I knew would be filled with unspoken emotions.
A small smile tugged at my lips despite the tension, a reflexive reaction to my own dark humor.
"You think this is funny?" she asked sharply, her tone cutting through the silence like a knife.
Her voice, though a bit high-pitched, carried the weight of her frustration and barely concealed anger.
"Of course not. I'm just kidding, calm down for once," I said, trying to diffuse the situation, but my words had no effect.
Her jaw tightened visibly, and from the corner of my eye, I could see her knuckles whitening as she clenched her fists in restrained fury.
"Youâ" she began, but her words were cut off abruptly when Elowen returned.
Elowen's presence was a silent reminder of the gravity of our situation.
She walked directly to my side, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Tears began to well up in my eyes, and despite my best efforts to hold them back, they streamed down my face.
The weight of everything was too much to bear.
"Hey, don't cry. Everything will be alright," Elowen tried to comfort me, her voice gentle and reassuring.
But I couldn't respond.
I just stared blankly ahead, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.
Moments later, the door burst open with a loud bang, and Detectives Skyler and Guerrero stormed in.
Their presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an air of urgency and tension.
Detective Skyler ran to my side, her expression a mix of anger and desperation.
Without warning, she grabbed me by the collar of my hospital gown and lifted me off the bed, her grip unyielding.
"What the fuck happened? Did you see the killer? Did you confront them?! Did you see what they did?!" Her questions came in rapid succession, each one more forceful than the last.
Detective Guerrero tried to intervene, but Skyler was relentless, her frustration boiling over.
I saw Azara stand up from her seat, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at us.
Elowen's concern was evident in her wide eyes, reflecting the chaos unfolding before her.
Unable to find my voice, I could only nod in response to Detective Skyler's barrage of questions.
My mind was a blur, the memories too painful to articulate.
"Tell me what happened, give me every single detail and don't you dare leave even a small one out. Remember everything," Skyler demanded, her grip tightening.
I shook my head, unable to comply with her order.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her frustration mounting.
"What do you mean no? Remember everything, you idiot!" She shouted, lifting me higher.
Her anger was palpable, her desperation driving him to the edge.
"Leave the kid alone!" Azara shouted, stepping forward and shoving Detective Skyler away from me with surprising strength.
She stumbled back, momentarily shocked by her intervention.
As I fell back onto the bed, I just stared at the scene unfolding before me, my body trembling from the adrenaline and fear.
"Ate!" Elowen exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. She moved closer to Skyler, seemingly siding with her in her confusion and concern.
"Who are you to come here and ask all sorts of questions to a patient who looks like they have post-traumatic stress disorder?" Azara's voice was fierce, filled with righteous anger.
"I don't care if you're a police officer, soldier, detective, or even the president of the Philippines. You shouldn't force someone to remember things that could be traumatic. Where is your heart?" Her words were a sharp rebuke, and I looked at her, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and fear.
The room fell silent. Detective Guerrero placed a calming hand on Skyler's shoulder, trying to bring her back to her senses.
Elowen, too, tried to soothe Azara, her expression pleading for peace.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm worried about you too, Seyren. I'm just stressed about this case. Forgive me, huh?" Detective Skyler's voice softened, her eyes meeting mine with a look of genuine remorse.
I saw the sincerity in her eyes, so I nodded, my tears still flowing but my heart a little lighter.
"I won't force you to tell your story if you're not comfortable. I'm sorry again," she said, her voice filled with regret. I shook my head at her subsequent words, feeling the need to speak up.
"I'll tell you everything I saw... I can remember all of it... I have a photographic memory," I said weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.
I wiped my own tears and sat up properly.
"Look, you don't have to tell us what happened if you're not comfortable-"
"Then should I just let the killer roamed free? I have the information that we could use against him, Anthony. Let's be professional here." Saad ko naman.
He shut his mouth and nodded.
"It happened ten minutes after Detective Guerrero left to interview a patient who was also in the hospital," I recounted, my voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions churning inside me.
The room felt eerily quiet as I spoke, each word hanging heavily in the air.
I glanced at the old man beside me. He slept peacefully, his face a picture of innocence.
It was chilling to think that someone who looked so angelic could be drenched in the blood of his victims.
"What could be your motive for killing?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
A sharp pain surged through my head, causing me to wince and clutch my temples.
My thoughts were muddled, but I needed to remember everything.
Gradually, my vision blurred, and I felt my stomach churn.
Desperately needing relief, I stumbled to the bathroom and vomited into the sink until my body felt weak and drained.
Each retch seemed to sap more of my strength, and I could feel myself growing more and more unsteady.
After rinsing my face, I felt a semblance of relief.
As I stood up, I suddenly saw a man reflected in the mirror in front of me.
His eyes were cold and unfeeling.
Before I could react, he struck me on the back of my neck, and I lost consciousness.
When I came to, I staggered out of the bathroom, still dizzy.
The room spun around me, and I had to steady myself against the doorframe.
In the room, I saw the man holding a blood-stained knife and a heart in his other hand.
It dawned on me that the heart belonged to the patient I had been watching over.
The sight was horrifying, the visceral reality of it hitting me hard.
Instinctively, I launched myself at him, delivering a flying kick to his face.
I knocked him out, giving me time to grab my gun.
My hands were shaking as I aimed it at him, but he swung his knife at me before I could fire.
I barely dodged, stepping back just in time, my heart pounding in my chest.
He stood quickly, dropping the still-beating heart.
The sound it made as it hit the floor was sickening.
I couldn't aim my gun at him as he stared me down, his knife pointed at me.
His eyes bore into mine, filled with a terrifying intensity.
Fear overtook me, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the floor.
He seized the opportunity to attack, but I managed to kick him, causing him to drop his knife.
My mind raced, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I fought to stay alive.
As I reached for my gun again, he wrestled it from me, punching me in the stomach.
The pain was blinding, and I doubled over, gasping for breath.
He snatched the gun, but before he could use it, someone opened the door.
Distracted, the killer fled.
"I chased after him, but I couldn't catch him because of my headache," I finished my story, my voice tinged with regret.
The sense of failure weighed heavily on me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I should have done more.
"I told you I shouldn't have left you alone," Detective Guerrero said, his eyes filled with sympathy.
There was a hint of guilt in his voice, and I could see the concern etched on his face.
I kept my gaze on Detective Skyler, who also looked at me with pity.
Her eyes were soft, understanding, but I could sense the frustration behind them.
"But I know the person who attacked me was a man," I continued.
"I remember one of his eyes was brown, and the other was pitch black, like he was wearing contact lenses. He was tall, around 6'4" or 6'5", and muscular."
"Contact lenses? Are you sure?" Detective Skyler asked.
I nodded affirmatively, trying to convey my certainty despite my shaken state.
"What else do you remember?" She pressed.
I racked my brain, trying to recall more details that could help identify my attacker.
Every memory felt like a fragment, elusive and slippery.
"I'll kill you, Seyren. I will fucking kill you." The man's deep voice echoed in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine.
"His voice was very deep, and he used his left hand when holding the knife and when he punched me," I said.
Detective Skyler nodded and instructed Detective Guerrero to note these details.
They were building a profile, piece by piece, and I hoped it would lead them to the right person.
"Did he leave a finger behind like he usually does?" I shook my head, the usual calling card of the killer conspicuously absent.
"Didn't you find anything?" I asked.
They shook their heads too. The lack of evidence was disheartening.
"That's all I remember. I'm sorry," I said, bowing my head, feeling useless.
My memories seemed inadequate, fragmented.
"It's fine. This information is enough. Just rest for now. We'll investigate the room," Detective Skyler said, her voice gentle but firm.
There was a determination in her eyes, a promise that they would find the killer.
"I want to help. I'll assist in the investigation!" I volunteered eagerly, wanting to do more, to be useful.
"No, you're not coming with them," Azara interjected, drawing my attention to her.
Her voice was firm, brooking no argument.
"Why not?" I asked, my voice tinged with sadness.
The need to help was overwhelming, but I was being held back.
"Because you're a patient, not a detective. You can't work with that bandage on your head." I turned to Detective Skyler, hoping she would allow me, but she shook her head.
She approached, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted my shoulder.
"Don't pressure yourself too much. You've done enough. Just rest, and we know what you've been through is traumatizing," she said gently.
I nodded in response, tears pricking my eyes.
She stood up and discussed something about a search warrant with Guerrero.
They were already planning their next steps, moving forward with the investigation.
"We're leaving now. We'll come back later to watch over you so your companions can rest," Detective Skyler said as she and Guerrero exited the room, leaving it quiet once more.
"Are you hungry?" Elowen asked suddenly.
I looked up at her and nodded with a small smile.
She returned the smile, her eyes warm and reassuring.
"I'll buy us some food. Ate, dito ka muna at bantayan mo si Seyren. I'll be back soon." Elowen said as she left the room, leaving me alone with Azara.
I lay down and stared at her.
I noticed her necklace again.
She wore an all-black outfit: a cropped top fitted shirt hugging her curves, a knife-pleated skirt, a leather jacket, over-the-knee boots, and small hoop earrings.
She even had a magnetic lip ring.
"Do you ever speak? Say something, dumbshit" she snapped irritably, her voice cutting through the silence.
"I love your necklace," I said, then looked away. I felt her gaze on me, intense and unyielding.
"I didn't know you kept them," I added, my voice softening.
There was a history between us, one that I didn't fully understand.
"There are many things you don't know about me," she replied coldly, her words a sharp reminder of the distance between us.
"That's because you keep pushing me away."
"I pushed you away because I hate you and you hate me."
"I don't hate you." I admitted.
She was taken aback by my words and fell silent.
I turned my eyes back to her, staring into her ocean-blue eyes.
"So why push me away? We were so close before," I said, my voice growing deeper, laden with unspoken emotions.
"Because I hate you, okay? I fucking hate you so much," she responded, her voice trembling with anger.
I shook my head and smiled.
"You don't mean that."
"Shut up, or else I'm gonna cut your tongue," she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Okay," I shrugged and fell silent.
She fell silent too, so I turned my gaze to the window.
I stared at the bird perched on the edge of the open window, and it stared back at me, its eyes unblinking.
"Say something!" Azara demanded, making me close my eyes out of frustration.
What does she really want?
"Just go ahead with the pitch." I sat up, eyes still lingered on the bird.
"I'm having hard time connecting dots here."
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No one's POV
"Talagang hindi nilinis e, 'no"
"This is better, it means wala pang nakakapasok dito muli after natin maglagay ng barricades" Skyler's voice was cold and intimidating, echoing ominously in the empty room they had entered.
The stark silence of the room amplified the sound, making it even more unnerving.
As they arrived, the scene was still as grisly as it had been left: the bloodstained bed was a haunting reminder of the violence that had occurred there.
Tape crisscrossed the floor, indicating the positions of various items that had been moved or removed.
The room was a chaotic mess, with personal belongings scattered everywhere, untouched since the incident.
"Search the whole place, and if you find anything suspicious, call me," Skyler commanded authoritatively, her voice brooking no argument.
She headed straight for the bathroom, her steps purposeful and resolute.
Inside the bathroom, she meticulously inspected every inch.
She used a UV light to scour the surfaces, searching for fingerprints or any trace of evidence that might lead them to the person responsible for Verick Jeon's death.
Near the sink, she found a single drop of blood.
Upon closer inspection, she discovered more blood smeared on the tiles.
Taking a cotton swab, she carefully collected the sample and placed it into a Ziplock bag for further analysis.
Using her vivid imagination, Skyler tried to reconstruct the events that Seyren had described.
She envisioned herself washing her face, and as she looked up, she saw a man standing behind her.
She imagined the man striking her forcefully on the nape, the sudden blow causing her head to slam into the sink and her body to collapse onto the floor.
She dropped to one knee, shining her light on the floor.
There, she discovered a handprint, faint but telling.
Kneeling further, she noticed something under the sink.
Reaching for it, she realized it was a contact lens case. It was empty, which reminded her of something Seyren had mentioned.
She placed the contact lens case in another Ziplock bag and tucked it into her pocket.
"Detective Skyler!" Anthony called from outside the bathroom. Skyler emerged, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Look at this," Anthony said, showing her a torn piece of paper with "20:13" written on it.
"Is this a time? Like military time?" Anthony asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Maybe... Keep looking on that side; I'll search here," Skyler replied, folding the torn paper and placing it in her pocket.
She moved to the other side of the bed and began rummaging through a drawer filled with various books, each seeming irrelevant to their investigation.
Anthony, meanwhile, continued his search but found nothing but dried, discolored blood.
He even lifted the mattress of the hospital bed but still came up empty-handed.
"Let's switch; I'll search there," Skyler said, and Anthony complied without hesitation.
He began searching the drawer but found only books.
Despite their serious task, he managed to smile when he stumbled upon a magazine featuring female models.
Glancing around to ensure Skyler was engrossed in her search for evidence, he turned away and picked up the magazine.
As he lifted it, a small yellow paper slipped to the floor unnoticed, his eyes already glued to the glossy pages of the magazine.
"Oh, she's beautiful," he whispered to himself, biting his lip as he admired the model's photograph.
"Did you find anything?" Skyler asked, but he didn't respond, too engrossed in the magazine.
"Anthony?" she called, but he remained silent. When she glanced at him, Skyler rolled her eyes in exasperation at what she saw.
"Men," she muttered under her breath.
Annoyed, she approached Anthony, unknowingly stepping on the yellow paper as she did so.
She snatched the magazine from his hands and smacked him on the head with it.
"Don't ogle the models; have some shame. There's a Bible under this magazine," she scolded, pointing to the Bible in the drawer.
"Sorry," Anthony mumbled, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"No wonder Seyren doesn't like you; you're such a pervert," Skyler remarked, putting the magazine away.
"Let's go back to the other room; we won't find anything else here," Skyler said, leaving the room.
Anthony followed, like a chastised child afraid of being left behind by his mother.
"How did you know I liked Seyren?" Anthony asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and nervousness.
"It's obvious from your behavior. Don't deny it; I can tell when someone is lying. I can detect a lie just by looking into their eyes," Skyler said confidently, a sly grin playing on her lips.
Anthony's face turned crimson. As they walked down the hallway, they encountered a commotion.
A patient was holding a nurse hostage with a small knife, likely taken from a surgical kit.
The knife was pointed threateningly at anyone who tried to approach.
"Hey, put that down!" Anthony shouted, attempting to move closer, but Skyler stopped him with a firm hand.
She turned to him and handed him her gun.
"Hold this; I'll handle it," Skyler said, her voice steady and calm as she walked toward the scene.
"What's the problem here?" she asked, her tone devoid of emotion as she showed her badge.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll slit her throat" the patient threatened, his arm wrapped tightly around the nurse's neck.
"Really? Can you?" Skyler taunted, her eyes narrowing.
"Yes, I canâ"
"Actually, you can't do it properly with your arm in a headlock. You'll only end up cutting yourself," Skyler said, locking eyes with the patient as she slowly moved closer.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed her girlfriend in the crowd, looking puzzled by her presence in the midst of the chaos.
"You shouldn'tâ" Skyler didn't finish her sentence because a man suddenly grabbed the knife from the patient's hand.
"Here's how you should do it; if you're going to be a killer, at least know what you're doing," Liam appeared from the side, his movements swift and precise.
As he took the knife from the patient, he also pulled the nurse away from danger.
"This is how you do it," he said coldly, wrapping his arm around the patient's chest and pressing the knife to his throat.
"Cut here to make the blood spurt; the person will die faster this way," he explained, running the dull side of the knife along the patient's throat where the vein was most vulnerable.
The crowd watching was shocked, but Skyler remained unfazed, her mind analyzing the situation.
"This guy is left-handed, skilled with a knife, and knows the weak points of a person," she thought.
"Now, if I were you, I'd stop being a bitch and appreciate the nurses who tirelessly take care of you," Liam said, pushing the patient forcefully.
The nurses caught him and quickly restrained him to prevent any further violence.
Liam twirled the knife expertly in his hand, admiring the blade's balance before handing it over to the nurses.
His skillful handling suggested a familiarity with the weapon that went beyond mere self-defense.
"I see you're quite adept with knives," Skyler observed, her voice steady and unyielding as she stood her ground.
Liam flashed a confident grin.
"Good afternoon to you too. Yes, I am indeed skilled with knives. I was supposed to be a doctor, but basketball won my heart instead," he replied with a nonchalant shrug, his tone casual yet hinting at deeper layers of his personality.
Elowen approached them with a concerned expression.
She gently cupped her girlfriend's cheeks and directed her gaze towards her.
"Why did you think it was a good idea to throw yourself into that situation? What if you got hurt?" she asked, her worry palpable. Skyler's heart softened at her girlfriend's genuine concern.
"Don't worry, I can handle him," Skyler said confidently, a reassuring smile on her face.
However, Liam's sudden throat clearing broke the moment, drawing Skyler's attention back to the task at hand.
"Elowen, can you tell me where Seyren's room is?" Liam inquired. Elowen's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Why? What do you need from Seyren?"
"Nothing much, but your sister mentioned she's there right now. We have a date planned, and I'm here to pick her up," Liam said with a broad smile, clearly excited about his upcoming date with his girlfriend.
Skyler ignored Liam's smile, her attention solely on him.
She noted the dark, expressive nature of his eyes, which seemed natural and unenhanced by contact lenses.
"Is that so? No wonder you're dressed up. Let's go; I'll take you there. And you, babe?" Elowen offered, a touch of warmth in her voice.
"Weâre heading there too," Skyler added. The four of them decided to go together, their steps synchronized as they made their way to Seyren's room.
When they arrived, they were taken aback to find Seyren was not there.
Instead, Azara was lying on the hospital bed, her legs slightly trembling, a sight that contrasted sharply with their expectations.
"Baby!" Azara's high-pitched voice cut through the air as she greeted Liam with enthusiasm.
Liam moved to her side, planting a kiss on her lips and handing her a bouquet of flowers.
The sight made the two detectives and Elowen exchange uncomfortable glances.
"Whereâs Seyren?" Elowen asked, placing the food she had brought on a nearby table, her frustration evident.
"A group of elderly ladies came by and invited her to some Bible study or something. Iâm not sure," Azara replied, rolling her eyes with a touch of irritation.
"You let her leave knowing she shouldnât be moving yet?!" Elowen exclaimed, her shock and disappointment clear.
"Yeah," Azara responded nonchalantly.
"Urghh!! I'm starting to dislike you, Ate Azara. Youâre so heartless when it comes to her," Elowen said, her irritation growing as she turned to leave in search of Seyren.
Azara's heart felt a pang at her sister's harsh words.
She watched Elowen walk away until she disappeared from view, her own heart aching at the confrontation.
"Whatever, letâs go?" Azara asked Liam with a flirtatious smile.
Liam nodded, lifting her effortlessly.
"Carry me, I'm too lazy to walk," Azara said playfully.
Liam complied without hesitation, lifting her into his arms as they exited the room together.
"You know... I still have a soft spot for the Camerons, despite their quirks," Anthony remarked, causing Skyler to chuckle softly at his comment.
"Same here... Letâs find Seyren before Elowen starts tearing up," Skyler said, leading the way.
The two detectives set out to locate their elusive patient.
They found Seyren in the lobby, surrounded by a group of elderly men and women, each clutching a Bible.
Seyren herself was holding one, its cover matching the Bible they had seen earlier.
"Today is Sunday, right?" Skyler asked Anthony, who confirmed with a nod.
"Okay," Skyler said, understanding now why Seyren was participating in the Bible study.
Knowing that Seyren regularly attended church, Skyler realized that she was joining the study as a substitute for her usual Sunday service.
"Oh god, sheâs just here," Elowen said, relief in her voice as she finally spotted Seyren.
She started to call out to her sister but was stopped by Skyler.
"Let her be. Look at her; sheâs smiling so widely and seems to be having a great time," Skyler said, her gaze softening as she observed Seyren's joy.
Elowen saw the same and couldn't help but feel her heart warm at the sight of Seyrenâs happiness.
"I donât understand why my sister dislikes her so much... She seems so innocent," Elowen murmured, her confusion evident.
Skyler wrapped her arm around her girlfriendâs waist, pulling her closer.
"Well, Seyrenâs innocence can be a bit grating at times. But thatâs just part of who she is, and Azara needs to learn to appreciate that side of her," she whispered.
"Right... I hope they reconcile. They were best friends when we were kids," Elowen said wistfully.
They stayed in their spot, watching Seyren interact with the elderly.
Despite the significant age difference, Seyren seemed to fit right in, her presence blending seamlessly with the older group.
As the Bible study came to a close, Seyren approached her friends, her face alight with a broad smile.
The vibrant smile that had illuminated Seyren's face quickly faded when she noticed a yellow piece of paper stuck to Skyler's shoe.
"Detective Skyler, there's a piece of paper stuck to your shoe," Seyren pointed out as she approached him.
Skyler looked down, frowning, and spotted the paper.
She bent down, picked up the paper, and read aloud, "Exodus 20:13."
Her expression grew more puzzled as she tried to remember where this paper could have come from.
The cryptic nature of the note seemed significant, but she couldn't immediately place its relevance.
Anthony, curious, leaned in to look at the paper.
"Isnât that a Bible verse?"
"Bible?" Skyler repeated, her interest piqued.
Seyren, stepping closer, examined the paper with them.
"Yes, it's from the Bible. Exodus 20:13 â 'You shall not kill.'"
The weight of the realization hit Skyler like a freight train.
Her eyes widened as the connection between the Bible verse and their investigation dawned on her.
"Bible... Oh, damn, itâs the Bible. The Ten Commandments!!"
Her exclamation was so sudden and intense that it startled the other three.
Skylerâs revelation was clearly a turning point in her understanding of the case.
Elowen, puzzled by Skyler's reaction, asked, "Whatâs happening?"
Skylerâs eyes were alight with urgency as she spoke rapidly.
"Everything is starting to make sense. The Ten Commandments and the killerâs motive... Theyâre connected. This is crucial!"
Without waiting for a response, Skyler sprinted off towards the direction of their investigation, her mind racing with the implications of her discovery.
Anthony, quickly processing the urgency, dashed after her, determined to keep up.
Elowen, momentarily distracted from her earlier worries, followed Skyler as well.
She was keen to understand the significance of this new lead.
Seyren, realizing the gravity of the situation and the need to be involved, called out, "Wait! Iâm coming too!!" and joined the chase.
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