“Last time I saw her was in the afternoon of 29th of March last year. She said she was waiting for someone and I asked her who it was, but she said it's none of my business. After that day, I'd never seen her again, and it was also the same day that Irene Bayer disappeared without even a trace. I don't want to think or assumed that Bently is the suspect of Irene's disappearance, but it somehow connected with the day that the both of them was declared missing” - Jane Ruby

NEWS On The PAPER

It's been less than an hour now since I started staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. When I woke up, I was laying on a bed that isn't mine. My body was covered with a high-quality blanket, and the pajama I was wearing was elegantly made of silk. I tried to sit up a while ago, but the pain on my stab wound feels terrible already. Is Bently here? Probably. Maybe she's already preparing for my burial. 


"hmm?" A hum escape from my mouth as I felt a faint vibration underneath my bed. The sound it made looks like it was scraping the floor. "Ready yourself for the impact, Vanilla" I pat my shoulder as I carefully sit on the bed, failing in easing the pain. I can't help but to wince silently. 


There it goes again. At this point, I see a glimpse of survival. Let it be my phone, please. I pray in my mind repeatedly while peeking underneath the bed, gentle enough to not put too much pressure on my stomach. 


YUGTO 43: Need a saving [Part I: Hope]