erwood, but due to the urgency of the case, a private j

eyes that could trap you in a trance, that inky black hair that was always in a ponytail. Amara did steal a few glances while they were on the jet, but the more she looked, the more she loathed him. Ethan on the other hand spoke no word to her, before the journey and during the journey making Amara more enraged. He was completel

be like this? So cold and arrogant? Such

deaths and missing cases were rampant, but this kind of mass murder worried Amara. Nothing was too complicated for her to solve, but over three thousand people, practically the half of Westside Silverwood dropping down to their deaths not only at

nd intimidating. This only made Amara angry. She wanted to make sure she showed him what she is capable of, how intelligent and smar

are. She kept on going. The scene was too massive. Bodies gathered everywhere, multiple bodies on top each other so dried and emaciated that it was a nasty job to the stomach. An odd scent of blood and ash mixed in the air, and every hair on the back of Amara's neck stood. She was used to seeing dead bodies, even brutally murdered ones, but this was different. It made her insides turn so badly

in front of her was indeed bone-chilling. In the harsh light of day, she found himself stan

otesque stillness that now prevailed. Over three thousand bodies sprawled endlessly on the ground, piled against each other

the acrid stench of a strange powerful aura. It was a

n this once-thriving street, although the noise from the crowd far away from her was now muffled, the silence from the bodies was louder

tered signboard over the club. It

to the unimaginable horrors that had unfolded here. In this haunting daytime setting, she knew that the true nature of thi

e turned to the man beside her,

it is a radioactive air pollution, but if it was-I mean, if i

can this amount of people be gathered in such a small street?" Amara a

verwood all left their home and came here to end up dyin

at the melting signboard. As she was lost in thoughts, a voic

s and masks,"

still paid her no attention. Suddenly she was enveloped by the fragrance of magnolia flowers. Her lips twitched at this, but the scent only made her want to find the source and rub it against her skin gently and with care. That cre

he said, "the forensi

He took only a pair for himself, p

nto the club, and was greet