Who I am

(Jeran's POV)

Miss Emilia Anderson walked beside me, heading towards the exit. Her eyes fixed on the photograph, she hasn't recognised George so it wasn't that all of a bad thing. However, the main problem is her being with me. I don't want anyone to see me with her, especially Scarlet. It's already too much for me to handle and to have someone from a higher rank involved is currently not on the list. I have to get to the bottom of this mystery. It's been almost a week and nothing came out from those interrogations.

Maybe I'm overthinking but this isn't what it seems to be. There is more of it, someone is involved, someone skilful.

"Oh, by the way, Vincent. Have you seen the Director? He sure was searching for you last night"

The Director, the man I don't want to see at the moment. Not when we're on very bad terms.

"What did he say?", Emilia faced me " I mean, why was he searching for me?"

For a second I saw a flicker of anger in those eyes but it vanished again. Was she angry at me?

"I don't know, he just said he wanted to meet up with you and your friend. Heard it was a very important discussion"

she then waved at me and walked to her car.

I was certain Emilia knew everything and was pretending, what did that old man tell her. It's getting more and more frustrating for me. She took the picture with her too.

'It's time to face them all, the thought of seeing the Director and have a decent conversation was beyond my expectations. Not that I want to be with him, the best way is to ignore him. There is more stuff to handle.

*

The old mansion was worn out, the stairs made a cracking sound as I walked up, nervous. If my instinct doesn't fail me then I'm sure he must be here somewhere. He has to be. Taking a right turn I paused, the sound of a gun loading behind me and a familiar yet strange smell invaded my nose.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Miss Vincent in my mansion?", his hoarse voice spoke with amusement. " What have the heaven send for me eh?"

"You tell me, what have the Heaven send for me", turning to face him I saw his face turned from a smirk to pale. He retrieved his gun, thought so.

" Miss Vincent, what a pleasant surprise!", he grimaced. "How have you been?"

"Bad. Cut the fake greetings", leaning forward, I whispered, " Where is George Malore?"

His pupils dilated at the mention of his name, he faced the other way and frown, an expression he always does when he's hesitant. But I want more than his expressions, I needed answers.

"Keep your frown for another time, tell me where I can find him", he shifted uncomfortably and avoided my gaze. " Franklin, Tell me where Geroge Malore is"

He sighed, "I don't know, okay? I just know that he's under someone from the KPD"

"Who? Who is that person?"

"As I've already said, I don't know. The only information I got is, the one protecting him is from the Underworld. And he's very powerful, he even has assassins working for him"

"You mean, KPD is involved in this case?", he nodded, " That will only make it more stressful"

I groaned, running my fingers down my hair, "If what I think is true then it's over for all"

Franklin took a paper from his pocket and handed me, "Here", he said with a frown, " That's the name of the person looking for you. He needs your assistance"

"Who is A ?", I asked surprised, this was not linked with the case I'm handling. " And what do you mean by he needs assistance?"

"He's an assassin"

"A what?"

"Have you heard of the Phantom Killer?", I slightly nodded, " Well, he wants you to help him eliminate the Derion family"

"Help eliminate who?", I was beyond confused, why would an assassin want me to kill not just a person but the whole family. To top it all, the Derion Family is the target.

" Yes, and he said he'll be waiting for you at the Golden bridge"

"Have you lost your mind? Why would I work with him? He's asking me to dirty my hands", I growled at him.

" It's your choice", he turned and began to go walk but stopped, "He has what you want", Franklin disappeared from my sight and I was left alone in the crusty mansion.

" The Phantom Killer? What is this situation?", I cursed in my mind as I walked down the street. Meeting this Assassin and making a deal with him is a great Danger. I'm not ready to risk my whole life again. I won't recover if the same thing happens twice. I can't. However, to get to the bottom I have to make use of every option that was given to me. There is no time for slacking off. If the news leaks out then the whole plan will be ruined.

The night was cool, the moon shone along with the stars. It was a lovely night, the air was pleasant. Golden Bridge sure gives the best view of the city.

"Miss Jeran Vincent", my walk came to a halt, that voice, "Remember me?"

The familiar presence, is it Him? I faced the tall man in front of me, he was wearing a hat and a mask to cover his face. He wore a long coat with black gloves, his brown eyes stared at me. I could feel him smiling at me.

"And you may be?"

"Looks like you don't remember me"

"You sound familiar"

"Hmm...might just be your imagination, Detective"

A strong wind blew, he held on his hat and giggled. "Oops... Don't want to let the hat fly away now do we?"

"How do you know Franklin? He said you have something that I want. You better be not playing tricks", I glared at him but he only hummed.

"Franklin is my friend so to say and the deal that you heard about is something you'll not regret. I assure you, Detective, you'll get the evidence you need to solve the case"

My eyes widened, "How do you kn—Who are you?!"

"Well...", he chuckled before removing his mask, It was him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Detective, I am the Phantom Killer"