It never crossed my mind. It was as if I was falling into an abyss that torments me to this day. There was no answer that could calm me down, even from the past. I never knew what really happened. The visions that had appeared always told me strange things. Slowly, I tried to take a breath, hoping everything would be okay. It turned out to be no use. I thought more and more until I kept flipping through the secret documents in the drawer of my private room. No matter how many times I did, the results were still the same. This personal data of a person named Raka made my heart beat faster, as if I had just had a heart attack. I couldn't find anything even though I tried with all my might. But there was something that made me feel curious. A situation that always seemed familiar but never understood by me. It hadn't happened once or twice, it felt like someone was trying to tell me, just in a slightly different way. Looking at the clock that was already showing 3 a.m., this was already making my head hurt even more from lack of sleep. Slowly, I tried to move and really wanted to ignore the reality I had just received. Once again, it was all in vain. My mind is still filled with mysteries that have never been solved.
“Damn. My head is getting dizzy.”
However, right now, right in the hospital. Damar, who was still lying weak with a wound in his stomach, suddenly made him shocked because the memory of the incident continued to haunt him. On the other hand, curiosity also arose. Because there were so many oddities. It was impossible for the perpetrator to suddenly attack him without a purpose. Even if it were a psychopath, it would be very strange to attack someone randomly without any specific purpose. Damar also briefly remembered the mission message given by Valerie to investigate someone's identity and apparently after successfully collecting it, he had met with bad luck. The tragedy that befell him held some kind of puzzle. Not long after, the doctor entered the room.
"He's conscious, how's the wound? Does it hurt?" said the doctor, trying to confirm.
“No. But it hurts when I sit.”
“Okay, it’ll take a little while to recover. By the way, have you told your family?”
"No. They are abroad."
“Ah, I see. Judging by your condition, you seem quite lucky.”
"What?"
"Because we acted quickly. If we were even slightly late, you could have lost your life. The bleeding was so severe."
"It turns out I survived death."
"Calm down. This isn't the end of the world. You can recover and go back to your normal life. So don't worry."
“Thank you, doctor.”
One thing that made Damar think was why everything felt so reasonable. Even though some things were denied, it was a shame that it was all fact. As time went on, everything would surely be revealed, and those were the moments when he still didn't want to believe it even though the reality was right in front of him. After the doctor left the room, Damar let out a heavy sigh as if trying to be okay in a situation that was actually far from okay. The life that was almost lost just like that, while also carrying a painful wound made Damar almost give up hope. This job was indeed risky and would continue to be like this forever. That was his bitter reality.
“I guess I should keep calm.”
The next day. Evan had just heard the news that there had been an attempted murder and the victim was Damar. He was so shocked that he called Damar again to ask about it. Of course, Damar didn't answer the call and Evan didn't call again. This time Evan rushed to a place which was none other than a bar in the corner of the city that he had visited with Adrian. Upon arrival, the atmosphere had changed slightly even though it was quite busy that morning. Evan tried to find information and now sat right in a fairly strategic seat. Not long after, a man was talking about an organization called Vulture. They said it was a shame because the whereabouts of those people were now unknown. There was one person who really idolized them. Suddenly Evan felt suspicious and walked to meet the two strange men. Seeing Evan right in front of them, at that moment they were also surprised. However, that didn't make Evan give up his intention to interrogate them both. Not long after that, they were both beaten up because Evan managed to drag them both to a place not far from the bar and beat them. One of them was already lying unconscious, while the other tried to escape but never succeeded.
“What do you want?” the person said to Evan.
“You've said a lot of things before, now it's your job to tell me everything about that group.”
“What? Damn it. So you want to investigate them? What a shame, Mr. Detective. Even we fans don’t know where they are.”
“It can't be done in a good way apparently.”
"What are you saying?"
Evan beat the man again until he was unconscious. Once again, the information he had gathered was insufficient. Furthermore, Mirelle's statement wasn't enough to locate them. Without further ado, Evan headed to the hospital where Damar was. On the way, Evan received a text message from Rio and simply ignored it.
‘This is a bit tricky,’ Evan muttered to himself.
Now, right in the law firm, I felt like this wasn't the right time to find clues. Not only that, but there were some things I'd missed. The information the detective team had provided was already close to complete. At that moment, I felt like this case was quite difficult. I wasn't sure I could follow them and solve it together. Although often the ones who went to investigate were the detectives. I guess I'd only need to be part of it later, after the perpetrator was found and brought to justice. But something made me feel a little frustrated: who I was. The answer never came. The day passed too quickly. Before I knew it, it was already late at night. This time, I just stood there in front of the bathroom mirror, watching myself, a self I never understood. A mind now filled with both guesses and questions.
“Am I a monster? It can’t be? What have I done?” I asked myself, trembling with fear.
This isn't just fear; it's as if I've committed a sin I've been unaware of for a long time, but to this day, I don't know what it is or why it happened. My reflection in the mirror looks blank, mixed with mystery.
“Who am I really?”