Keyller didn't dilly-dally and went straight to the point. He quickly took a glance at the woman who was still mumbling, before speaking again. "I'll wait for you at my place." Keyller stepped on the gas pedal when he hit the main road and the car traveled faster. He was feeling confused. There was a big question mark written on his forehead. Why did he help the woman even though he knew that he hated her species? "S-stop! Dahan-dahan lang!" Slowly! The woman at the back suddenly screamed. There was a trace of fear in her angelic voice. But Keyller is Keyller. He turned a deaf ear and continued driving like he was on the racing field, completely ignoring the woman's fear. He was only doing this to flee from their enemy. "What the hell, Hayes! Who is that with you?" Kit was stupified as he asked from the other line. "I can't believe that you have a woman now. Did the Earth turn the wrong way? And why is she asking you to go slow? Are you two having fun?" Kit added. There was a trace
"So you're planning to imprison this woman here?" Kit asked in disbelief when they reached his condominium. He pointed to the woman who was lying on his bed. Keyller shook his head. "Imprison is not the right term, Marzonia. I just brought her here temporarily while I'm confused about what to do with her." "Why would you of all people, Hayes? You can just leave her in a safe place if you're really worried." "I know. But..." Keyller heaved a deep sigh. Didn't know how to explain to Kit. "But your conscience wouldn't let you leave her anywhere, is that it? Does this young lady awaken your protective instinct?" Kit asked directly. His eyebrows lifted while staring intently at Keyller's face. Keyller just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to admit anything to Kit. He was confused about what he was doing. Besides, the woman was already there, lying in his bed and he just couldn't throw her out. It's too late to do that. His condo unit only had one bedroom because he was not expe
"This is Abogagong Kit. He will help me translate your language so you and I can understand each other," he introduced. "Abogago?" Confusion filled the woman's gorgeous face as she continued. "Ibig mong sabihin, abogado na gago?" Keyller nodded. "Yes. He's an attorney and he is here to help me translate your dialect for me." His eyes lowered to her wrists, which were still bound by a cable tie. Lot 520 turned to Kit. Clearly not understanding what he said. "Ano'ng pinagsasabi nito?" Kit murmured something that Keyller didn't understand. "Bakit ba ako nagpaloko sa gagong dugong-bughaw na 'to?" He paused before continuing, still talking at the woman. "Hayaan mo siya at may sayad 'yan sa utak." The woman's eyes widened in disbelief but didn't answer anything, so Kit continued asking while Keyller waited. "Sino ka at bakit ka sinasaktan tulad ng sinasabi ng lalaking ito?" Kit asked the woman, his eyes not leaving her beautiful face while his hand gestured towards Keyller. Keyller'
Keyller was awakened by a soft rustling from upstairs. He could hear the door opening and closing softly but his eyes remained closed while observing the subtle movements. He has sharp hearing and situational awareness even when asleep, which has developed over the past years since becoming a murderer.Keyller knew it was Lot 520, and he didn't know what this woman would do. It is impossible for her to escape because the door could only be unlocked with his fingerprints. He was confident that she would not leave. His eyes remained closed as he silently observed.The soft footsteps traveled down the staircase. It was slow and steady. He was amazed that even in the dark and in an unfamiliar place, Lot 520 didn't trip and fall. When she finally reached down, Keyller opened his eyes, and within the dim surroundings that were only illuminated by the faint light from the moon that shone through the window, he followed that dark silhouette as it moved towards a certain spot in his condo, the
Because there was no food to cook and he didn't want to give instant noodles to Lot 520, Keyller decided to go down and buy some food in the nearby convenience store. He also wants to avoid the awkwardness between him and Lot 520 because of their nonsense argument. "You. Stay here." He pointed to the ground, indicating that the girl should stay right where she is. He was still angry with himself for letting his guard down and almost fuck a girl. He needed to go out and let himself cool down, so he found an excuse by telling her that he should go and buy food instead of cooking. This is the first time since the massacre happened that his dick hardened without using sex drugs. What's more, he got hard just by the sight of a woman kneeling in front of him. "Don't you dare escape. I'm going down to get you food!" He turned and left her in a dazed state, not knowing what to do. Keyller went straight to his room to change clothes. When he came out, he was wearing a plain black T-shirt an
The night was cold and light drops of rain slowly pattered as Keyller jogged his way to a hidden mansion that his target was staying in. Letting his hair loose, he put on his cap while checking his watch for the time. It was three in the morning. The mushroom will grow soon. A good time to attack that pervert. His black clothing blended into the night. Keyller slowly approached and his footsteps lightened as he reached the guard post, where a lone guard was standing, his eyes drooping in tiredness. It looks like the target has no idea that Trace has already found out about his whereabouts and that someone will come and end his life. "Let's see where you can run to, Stanford! Doom is coming to you no matter where you go. Traitor of Foedus is equivalent to living your life in hell!" There was only light inside the post and it illuminated the guard's face and he looked relaxed. But Keyller didn't lower his guard as he reached for his sword and softly unsheathed it. Keyller suddenly
Stanford didn't speak, instead, his gun beat him to it. He shot him directly, but Keyller sidestepped to avoid the bullet and used his sword to block it. There was a noisy clang when the bullet hit the sword. He then jumped high, stepped on the sofa, and while midair, he wielded his sword like a noble knight directing towards Stanford who was still shooting him continuously. "You're gonna die here tonight, Hayes! I am not gonna let you escape. Foedus? Huh! A fucking organization that does nothing but control its members! Damn!" While Stanford kept shooting, his mouth was also running wild spouting nonsense, but Keyller was not affected. He continued avoiding the bullet while running toward Stanford, who was still standing near the bed. Keyller's movements were fast and agile and he avoided any bullets. When he reached the other side of the bed, Stanford ran out of bullets and Keyller flashed an eerie grin. "I'm going to die? In your dreams, Stanford! In your dreams!" After saying th
The dawn was slowly approaching when Keyller stepped out of the car from Stanford's mansion. The rain had finally stopped and a cold early breeze welcomed him as he stood outside a 24-hour supermarket he saw. There was an ATM machine outside and he decided to draw cash, his salary from Trace. After dealing with Stanford, Keyller leaves the mansion with a getaway car, courtesy of Stanford. The motorcycle that he borrowed when he went to the mansion has long been discarded somewhere. After withdrawing cash, Keyller went inside the supermarket. He was still wearing his bloody clothes and people kept looking at him. He looked filthy and scary not because of his bearded face, but because the smell of blood stenched the noses of other shoppers. People were afraid of him. Some even tried to call the police, but Keyller just gave them a fierce look before they hid their phones away. He was thankful that it was not that crowded. He didn't bother taking Stanford's clothes because he found them