“What did you say?” I asked, appalled at Hiroshi’s confession. “At least, we can use that now,” he said in defense. According to him, he placed a tracking device on Kana’s sickle to monitor her activities after he got suspicious of her. That was how he knew she went after us a while ago. “I wonder who’s Yutomu,” Hayate muttered. “Based on her expression earlier, it must be someone from her past,” Hiroshi remarked. “And that AA must be Ariel Andrada,” I added. “But is he an Erityian?” “There are no records about him. He’s just tagged as a terrorist and an underground dealer.” We fell silent as we followed Hiroshi's tracker and we had to increase our pace because she was getting way ahead of us. My mind drifted away as I recalled our first case and how Ariel Andrada was mentioned as one of the suspects. He was caught on camera in the same place where the thirs victim died, but his case was immediately forwarded to FBI and CIA because of his records. In addition, most of his murders were executed through explosives, thus, reducing the probability of him being the serial killer. Wait . . . If that was the case, then maybe . . . “Do you think Ariel is connected to the second case?” I asked and that got their attention. “What do you mean?” Hayate returned. “He’s known for his adherence to explosives,” I explained, “and Doras was the murderer’s supplier. But she died before we could ask her anything.” We shouldn’t have told the Senshin officer in that station to put her under a house confinement. We were given permission to question her while being detained but we realized that Shinigamis might come for her or us if something went wrong and being in a restricted space with a lot of humdrums wouldn’t do us any good. Since they didn’t have enough evidence to put her in jail as the murderer’s associate besides his statement, we requested to put her under a detention in her apartment so we could freely ask everything. “I see,” Hayate commented. “She must have been talking to Ariel to know where she could get those materials.” “Odd,” Hiroshi added. “What did she know for her to be pursued and killed by an internationally wanted criminal?” “Maybe something about his identity? His whereabouts?” “But why does he know the Erityian way of writing?” Muli kaming natahimik nang itanong ‘yon ni Hiroshi. It would be better if he was an Erityian. At least, this would stay inside our race. However, if it turned out that he was a humdrum who had some knowledge about us, this could result into a messy disclosure. Napahinto kami nang huminto rin ang tracker na nakakabit kay Kana. We were about thirty meters away from her and she was checking her surroundings. I could feel the bloodlust from her, just like when she saved me from a Shinigami before. ‘She’s hunting,’ I said. ‘I can feel the faint presence of the Black Dimension. Someone’s coming.’ Hiroshi and Hayate immediately reached for their weapons. We observed Kana’s actions and followed her the moment she moved again. Bigla namang tumunog ang device ni Hayate kaya napatingin kami sa kanya ni Hiroshi. ‘What’s that?’ ‘A message from Ryuu.’ ‘Ano na namang pinagawa mo sa kanya?’ His expression hardened after he saw the message that he just received. He looked at us with a troubled face and that meant some serious concern. ‘What’s the matter?’ tanong ko. ‘Yutomu,’ he replied. ‘I asked him to find anything about that name.’ He was about to tell us what he just found out but a disturbance caught our attention. From the rooftop of a building several meters away from us, we could see Kana along with someone else. ‘A Shinigami,’ I alerted and the three of us immediately ran toward that direction. The street was filled with people who couldn’t care less of what was happening above. Neon lights lighted up the establishments, teenagers and young adults giggling while talking to their group of friends, and tired adults getting on their way home. We opted to traverse the top of the buildings to not attract any attention form the humdrums. Kana was already fighting against the Shinigami who seemed to be a Reaper based on his skills. “What the hell . . .” Hiroshi muttered. We watched in silence—no, we could only watch quietly, as Kana overwhelmed the Shinigami with her fighting skills. She was never this ferocious before. Seeing her actions, it felt like she was getting out of control. “This is bad. We need to get her out of there,” sabi ni Hayate. “Why?” “She’s being driven by her rage. She’s not thinking. If this continues, both of them may die.” Upon hearing Hayate’s explanation, we went to where they were but we halted when Kana thrust her sickle into the Shinigami’s chest. The Shinigami grunted as he fell on his knees but before we could realize what was going on, Kana had already collapsed beside him. “Kana!” The Shinigami saw us as he struggled to get back on his feet. We were ready to fight against him but I felt a familiar ripple on the air. The Black Dimension was opening. We couldn’t move and the pressure around us was stifling. As if on cue, two cloaked people got out of the Black Dimension. Their cruel, green eyes looked at us with distaste. “Rise, Teshin,” the guy ordered. “I didn’t train you to be killed by these mere students.” My body shivered when I saw a familiar face from several years ago. I remembered seeing a kid a few years older than me during the war. Looking at the woman’s face, I instantly knew that it was her. Her long, blonde locks framed her cold face. Her green eyes looked ruthless in the moonlight, just like how all Shinigamis looked at when they were ready to kill. ‘Two Elites,’ Hayate said. ‘We can’t fight against them.’ The woman pulled out a needle from her back and impaled it on the wounded Shinigami’s chest. He cried and bellowed but he calmed down a few seconds later. “Takeshi, your Reaper is still weak,” the woman said. “I agree,” the man replied. “He’s still not at the level of Kyuuya and Raiden.” They both glanced at our direction and I flinched when I met her gaze. “Let’s go. We need to find the heir. Lady Rin is expecting good news,” she said as she kicked Kana’s unconscious body out of the way. “These kids,” the man commented. “What shall we do to them?” My heart pounded painfully as the Elites contemplated quietly. However, before they could say or do something, a loud static from the huge screen on an establishment. My eyes widened when I saw what was displayed on the screen. Even though it was blurry and dark, I knew it was Kana’s face. And what made the people stop and look were her green eyes. “Peculiar, isn’t it?” A voice from the speaker beside the screen said and that caught more attention. “There are people out there who have these set of eyes. A shade of green so intense that it could petrify you the moment you see it in real life.” ‘Who is it?’ I asked, looking at Hayate and Hiroshi, but they looked as clueless as me. “I saw people who have these eyes, and then those with crystal blue eyes, and surprisingly, blood red eyes. Believe it or not, there’s a race out there who can kill us, the lesser people, as if it’s nothing. They act like a jury, deciding our fate in their hands.” Nakita ko naman ang pag-iiba ng expression sa mukha ng mga Elite. It seemed like they knew who was behind this. “They see themselves as people who are above us, but the truth is, they are just a bunch of freaks who are afraid to get out of their little worlds. Shini—” Bigla na lang nabasag ang screen at sumabog ang speaker sa tabi nito, dahilan para magsitakbuhan ang mga taong nanonood at nakikinig mula roon. When I looked at the Elites, the man was already sheathing his gun. The Black Dimension opened and the man was about to step inside but she halted and faced his Reaper. “Find him and bring him to us,” he ordered and the Reaper, who was at death’s door a while ago, nodded. Nang mawala silang tatlo ay agad na bumigay ang mga binti ko pero pinilit kong tumayo para puntahan si Kana. The three of us went to her direction and luckily, she just passed out. “Good thing those Elites didn’t fight us,” I said. Hiroshi scoffed. “Because they didn’t see us as threats.” “They must have been busy with something big to disregard us like that.” “It’s that heir thing again.” “We must inform the administration about this—” Before Hiroshi could finish his sentence, Kana grabbed his collar and coughed up blood. “Kana!” “I . . . I m-must . . . kill t-them . . .” “You’re seriously wou—” She struggled to get up and we had to hold her down because she was losing more blood. “Kana, calm down. Please.” “Where are they?!” “They retreated,” Hiroshi commented. “I must kill them,” Kana muttered repeatedly as she gripped her sickle. “You need to get medical treatment,” Hayate added but Kana wasn’t listening. She continued struggling and the next thing we knew, we were already pushed out of the way as she trudged toward the doorway. “Yutomu,” biglang sabi ni Hiroshi kaya napahinto sa paglalakad si Kana. She slowly turned to our direction and glared at him. “Don’t ever speak of—” “That was your father’s alternative name,” he said, cutting her off. “Am I right?” The four of us stood in silence, as Hiroshi’s revelation slowly sunk in our heads. The rage in Kana’s eyes gradually turned into yearning. She smiled painfully at us and my heart sunk when I saw her expression. “So you have learned about us,” she softly said. You’re right. Kisen, also know as Yutomu, was my father’s name. He was the head of the Hansen clan, the one that got annihilated by Shinigamis several years ago.” She held her sickle in front of her and her expression hardened. “And I am the lone survivor of the Hansen clan.” Her blood trickled down her sickle and she collapsed on her knees. “And I will avenge our blood with theirs.” After saying those blood-chilling words, she lost consciousness and we finally knew the burden she had been carrying her whole life.