Web of Secrets

Morning broke over the station, casting a pale light over the bustling hallways. Serge pushed through the doors, his hand wrapped in a thick gauze, a testament to the previous night's events.

As he entered, he was immediately struck by the sight of his colleagues gathered around the TV, their faces rapt with attention.

On-screen, Chief Andrew Blair stood poised, his blue suit immaculate, his eyes burning with determination. "We will find those killers," he promised, his voice firm. "It is not the job of civilians to kill criminals. It is the job of protection departments to hunt these notorious individuals and bring them to justice."

Serge stood in the station, his eyes fixed on the TV But his attention was diverted by the conversation between two officers standing nearby.

"He's still young, that's why he's so enthusiastic about justice," one of them said with a chuckle. "But when he realizes the system is corrupt, he'll stop believing in justice."

The other officer nodded in agreement. "Maybe he can fix it, then."

They both burst out laughing saying, "One person can not fix the whole system." Serge couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He shook his head and headed towards Sasha's office, while his gauze hand aching with every step.

Sasha looked up from the files she was reading, a hint of a smile on her face. "Good morning, Serge."

Serge returned the greeting. "You too. Would you like some sole cake, Serge?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Serge declined, "No thanks, I had my breakfast on the way here."

Sasha nodded, her eyes returning to the files. Serge walked over to her desk, his mind already on the case. "Now that Bull is dead, the police and detectives will have some free time, right?"

Sasha looked up, a hint of warning in her eyes. "It's not that simple. With Bull out of the picture, other criminals will try to rise above his reputation. This month will be difficult for the police."

Serge's expression turned grim. "Rayner should advise the whole station to be careful."

But Sasha just shook her head. "It's Rayner we're talking about. He won't do it. He doesn't care about his force."

Serge's eyes narrowed. "I bet Chief Andrew would already have given his force the order to be alert."

Govan Police Sation

Chief Andrew Belair walked into the Govan police station, his expression stern after addressing the press conference.

He stepped up to the announcement podium, surveying the room. "All officers, remain on high alert. Wear your vests at all times. Any negligence will be met with termination," he stated firmly.

The room fell silent, officers exchanging uneasy glances. One whispered, "Why's the Chief always so strict?" Another officer leaned in, responding, "It's his way of doing things."

Andrew returned to his office, his mind still on the press conference and the looming threat of retaliation. The officers' murmurs faded into the background as he focused on the tasks ahead, ensuring the station was prepared for potential fallout.

Karl stood before the weathered tombstones in Maryhill Graveyard, clutching a bouquet of white lilies and roses. The delicate petals symbolized the purity and love he shared with Gordon and Yui. He knelt, placing the flowers gently on their graves.

The inscriptions on the tombstones seemed to sear his soul:

Gordon Wilof: 22 Jan 1997 - 14 Apr 2016

Yui Wilof: 25 June 1976 - 14 Apr 2016

Tears streamed down Karl's face as he whispered, "I avenged you, my son... my love." His voice cracked. "Happy birthday, Yui. We'd be celebrating at your father's ramen shop if... if only."

Yuno appeared beside him, her eyes widening in surprise. "Dad... you remembered."

Karl's trembling fingers wiped away tears. "Your mother was the love of my life."

Yuno added her flowers beside Karl's. Amelia approached, concern etched on her face. "Karl, what are you doing here?"

Yuno intervened, "It's okay, Amelia. I need to talk to Dad."

Amelia hesitated before stepping back, her whisper barely audible, "Please don't mess things up, Karl." While observing them from a distance.

Karl and Yuno sat on a nearby bench, locked in a poignant silence.

Yuno's eyes sparkled. "Dad, tomorrow's my school sports event. Can you come?"

Karl nodded, forcing a smile. "I'll be there."

Yuno glanced at her watch, anxiety creeping into her voice. "I'm late for Dr. Julia Lee's session. We have to go, Amelia."

Amelia nodded.

Amelia started the car; Yuno settled into the passenger seat. Karl waved goodbye as they drove off.

The scene shifted to a dense forest, where a mysterious man was trying to run while breathing heavily. His limp revealed an injured knee. Reaching the tunnel entrance, he approached three shadowy figures. Their faces were not visible.

The tall figure in the middle, 6 feet, stepped forward. The mysterious man removed his cap, revealing he is the battered bodyguard who passed out when Serge's car struck him, last night. Bandages wrapped his head.

"I barely escaped," he rasped, collapsing to his knees. "When I regained consciousness, three figures stood over Bull. He struggled to breathe... my vision was blurred. I only remember a car before passing out which was casting an eerie light."

The bodyguard's eyes widened in terror, his breath catching in his throat. "It was... Maryhill Police... Karl Wilof... I saw him," he stammered.

"You said who attacks Bull Ramsey, attacks 'The Dome,' right?"

The tall figure nodded, shadows dancing across his face. "You're right. We said attacking Bull means attacking 'The Dome'. We will avenge you and Bull; we are men of our word." His voice dripped with menace.

He nodded to his accomplice, standing rigidly to his right. "Finish him."

The bodyguard pleaded, desperation creeping into his tone. "No, no, no, I can be useful! Don't kill me! I'll give you names, dates, everything!"

The figure's expression remained unmoved. "Losers aren't allowed in 'The Dome,'" he said, his voice icy and detached.

A deafening silence preceded the gunshot. The bodyguard's wails silenced, his body slumping lifeless amidst rustling leaves. Blood pooled, a grim reminder of 'The Dome's' ruthless justice.

The forest, once a sanctuary, had become a grave. The bodyguard's final gaze froze, forever trapped in terror.