I looked into the drawer and I saw a void with an orange flaky coating of iron oxide. It was nothing but an empty rusty drawer that was homed for spiders.

 

I tried to shift the different switches hoping something would happen, but the result was still the same… not until I shifted two switches at once.

 

Another drawer opened, and there I found an empty paper. But goodness gracious! It was empty again! 

 

I picked the paper up and I felt the clues making their way to me.

 

“𝗕𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘀?”

 

‘𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?’

 

Sure I can just call someone who’s an expert in brailes but the content of this paper may or may not be for just anyone. Who knows what this paper might contain? Everybody’s already untrustworthy as it is. I don’t want any more additions.

 

The no-warmth wind blew. It’s only me, myself, and I in this dark recruiting agency office. I couldn’t help but shiver.

 

And there it was again… that strange feeling of being watched. I thought I saw a shadow behind me, but when I tried to see it nobody was there. I placed my attention back on the paper. I couldn’t think of different ways to translate this paper, and I don’t need to waste time just to go out there and have this paper translated for me. 

 

Just as I was about to lose my sanity, Ranky came like a light and gave me a bit of hope. He is suddenly beside me.

 

“𝗠𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗹, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲?” He was out of breath… like he just ran from something. “𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲?” He said jokingly but I couldn’t find the humor.

 

 “𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼?” I raised my eyebrow.

 

“𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗼? 𝗧𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝘀𝗸, 𝗠𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗹. 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲?” He placed his arms over my shoulders. 

 

It was suspicious how Ranky identified the paper that quickly. Yes, the paper is Braille but its bumps were more subtle than usual. If I am to look from his position, the bumps are not visible. I wouldn’t get it at first sight.

 

I looked at Ranky sternly. At a glance, he looked normal. But he has a mild scent of a coppery fluid… like blood.

 

I guess I was too engrossed with Ranky. I didn't realize he was already holding the paper.

 

“𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲?” I asked immediately.

 

“𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝗜 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻.”

 

Ranky tried to translate what was written on the paper. Then, he picked up some words on this paper. 

 

“𝗬𝘂𝗿𝗶”

 

“𝗬𝘂𝗿𝗶 — 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁?” I asked.

 

“𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗬𝘂𝗿𝗶, 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲.”

 

“𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗬𝘂𝗿𝗶.”

 

I felt a little disappointed by what I heard, but still, I have hope because we have a lead of the first name of the fourth victim of the sinful Leo Vihollinen.

 

We scanned the other drawers hoping to find some clues on what could be Yuri’s last name. But all we saw was nothing but disappointment. When Ranky closed the hard plastic cover of