Despite the headache and sudden flashes, I stayed with the group.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?" I asked one of the men.

"𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱...𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁."

"𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻," another companion added.

I didn’t want to waste my time on some killings anymore and just focused on finding the old Farrado house. I started asking the residents, exploring every corner of Marwood, searching for any clues that could shed light on the mystery. But I couldn’t get any.

As I approached people to inquire about it, all I heard were whispers and gossip regarding the mysterious killings that were going around again.

I’m starting to realize the situation was more complicated than I expected. I only have three weeks to solve the mystery of my father’s death and here goes another one – oddly entwining its fate to my father’s.

I walked through the now dimly lit streets of Marwood. I didn’t even realize that it was nighttime already. As if on cue, my stomach started to growl. I didn’t eat lunch. The only thing that can satisfy my hunger is answers to this mystery!

Some people dodged my questions, while others seemed to enjoy toying with me. Like the group of drunk men I'm talking to in the village street right now.

"𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘆? 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀; 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱