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         “Open the wardrobe doors when you sleep.”

         “Huh?” Megan quickly turned to her friend with confused eyes. Dave was walking in the bathroom, checking some things – perhaps either the tap is running or not  - making her stay outside to unpack. She was putting her newly bought clothes into the wardrobe when he walked out.

         “Isn’t it kind of creepy to have someone looking at you when you’re sleeping?”

         “No, not really.”

         Dave turned to his friend, who was putting some clothes into her wardrobe. She looked busy and… maybe she wouldn’t really respond to what he said, so he was thinking about leaving.

         “Can I… leave?”

         “Go.”

         “…” Well, she doesn’t change one bit, does she?

         “See you later.”

         “Um-hum.”

         The door closed with a click, leaving Megan alone in the room. She pulled a blue dress lightly to tidy it, then she slid the wardrobe door closed and sat down on her bed. She then looked around her, finally sure that she was alone, and looked up to the lamp right above her head. The lamp was on, reconsidering night has fallen on the city.

         …I wonder, I sure do…

         Will I die this time?

~•~

         “You didn’t do it…”

         “…?”

         “You didn’t do it, right, Kyrie?”

         “Well…”

         BANG

         “You’re better off knowing.”

         Frederich quickly snapped open his eyes and sat up from his seat, almost falling from his seat. But somehow – perhaps because he did sit down for too long – and fell down from his seat to the floor on his knees. He panted for a while as he could feel his chest hurted a bit, before he eventually stood up and sat back on his seat.

         “Damn…”

         He turned to the green screens floating on the air of his room, and he could see one of the screens showing four numbers.

         ’20:30’

         He sighed again and pressed a red button on his desk, and all the screens disappeared in a wink. He rose from his seat and took his black trenchcoat on his desk before walking out of the room.

         Summers in London hardly ever felt like one. The temperature will not exceed 25⁰ celcius, making it much colder compared to summer in tropical areas that may reach 40⁰ celcius. That’s why Brighton is never a place nice enough to get a tan, perhaps.

         But Londoners are used to it, aren’t they? When they go to a country in the equator, they’d love to stay there, because it’s much warmer when it’s so hot for the locals.

         Frederich had to wear his coat while walking on the hall way as his thin layer of fat couldn’t quite protect himself from the summer cold. Most of the lights in the hallway were off, maybe only half a dozen is on from tens of lights, and he could even hear his footsteps echo in the darkness.

         “Frederich, loser!”        

         “What? Shut up!”

         “You’re still working at this hour?”

         “No! I’m just…”

         “Just what?”

         He stopped on his place and looked back to the path he’s passed, which was as dark as the M(cari) tunnel. He sighed silently and walked away.

         “You said you’re gonna treat me for dinner!”

         Yes, those times…

         Wouldn’t come back, would they?

~•~

         “Well…”

         Julia smiled as she buttoned the top button of her newly-bought black poncho and looked at herself on the mirror. Not bad, she thought – she was wearing the black poncho with a black shirt and a black skirt. Not a very long skirt, but still enough to protect her dignity.

         “I like this outerwear,” she said as she lifted her arms. Since poncho is only a piece of cloth sewn at the two ends to form a semicircle form, she looked like she had some wings between her arm and body, a bit like a bird.

         “It’s not bad at all,” she said as she unbuttoned the top button o her outerwear. Of course she would leave it for the hotel laundry to wash before she wore it later. “It looks a bit like those outfits professional, pretty assasins wear…”

         She looked at herself once again in the mirror, and now that her poncho’s buttons were open, she could see the black shirt she was wearing underneath the poncho. She smiled – a wicked smile, as she walked back to the wardrobe.

         Yeah – really alike.

~•~

         Night has fallen.

         A blonde man was walking in the empty streets of Southern London – it was midnight already so that no stores were open but pubs and bars. He walked past a pub, where noises could be heard from inside, and walked into the depth of the night’s darkness.

         The alley was so dark – there was no lightning in the alley not somewhere around. There were a lot of trashcans there, with flies flying around it and some cats fishing for something in the bins. Some of the cats ran away when they heard some creaking sounds, some hid inside the bin, and some stayed outside.

         The man stopped after a few steps into the small alley and took out a stick of cigarette from his pocket. He lit it with his match, then he smoke carefreely, even if that wasn’t the kind of place recommended to smoke.

         Well, I guess this is the kind of place we suit in…

         Why not? Because at nights, scary things might come out…

         He could hear some noises behind him, making the night very noisy, and suddenly he could feel his area turned a bit darker. He quickly turned back and saw a shadow advancing upon him, as if it was a lion that was going to eat him.

         “My, my…”

         The man spitted out his cigarette and reached his hand out to the shadow, and how strange – he could grab it. He smiled in victory, knowing that he has took over the control, and pushed the shadow to the wall. The shadow struggled for a while, until he reached out his left hand and felt something hard, which he pressed.

         The shadow screamed – and he smirked.

         “That’s not a very polite way to introduce yourself, is it,” he said as he stepped forward. The shadow struggle a little more, before it finally stopped and he could feel it glared at him in wrath. But he didn’t mind – he didn’t care, either, as he was feeling so good – he was feeling the best in years.

         “Interesting… How about we join our hands?”

~•~

         “Lead Researcher! Lead Researcher!”

         “It’s stabilized! Please, come and take a look…”

         A blonde haired woman in white coat walked into the room, where the neon lights were shining brightly and antiseptic could be smelled. In the middle of the room was a metal wall, where a girl with long brunette hair was being tied there. Her hair was falling gently towards the earth, being pulled by gravity, and so was her head.

         “Stabilized?”

         “Yes, ma’am, we’re sure!” a man in white coat said. “The heartbeat is stable, blood pressure is normal, and…”

         “Okay, okay.” No need to listen more as long as the main things are alright. “Good job, everyone.”

         All the men in white coat in the room turned to her, and a smile appeared on their faces. Some started giving high-fives to their workmates as she walked out of the room without turning back. There’s nothing to worry as long as things are alright, at least for that time.

         A little bit more, just a little bit…