That killer mercilessly murdered me, and used his demon as a tool to cover the scene for him so he could get away free… So we are never going to identify him, or even to find him, ever.
The situation the footage led us draws perturbation up my chest. Tears surge up and fill my eyes.
"Aletris, you need to think…" in as much disquietude as I am in, Esmund turns to me and grabs my shoulders. In a severe tone he questions, "Do you have an enemy, Aletris? That sinner of Abaddon must hold enough animosity towards you for his spirit alone to be vindictive enough to make a deal that led you there…"
At his question I shudder in tears, "I… I don't know…" I understand Esmund's logic of cogitation to lead me towards that direction, but my mind is empty——
