I barely breathed for a moment. After I entered the apartment, I suddenly remembered something annoying. I felt a little surprised by that person who kept offering me lots of things. This time I felt a little uncomfortable when the person came and then said something to me. At the same time, I got annoyed and accidentally said something rude. Even though my mouth said it automatically, I felt there was something wrong with it. After I looked again, it was true that everything might have something to do with Rivana's death. I always thought that it couldn't be just a coincidence. And now I've come to think of it. I pondered for a moment, trying to connect the small puzzles in my memory. The feeling of discomfort gets worse when I imagine Rivana's face and meeting the person who keeps making offers to me. Is there a common thread connecting the two? It feels like I need to investigate further to uncover the mystery behind all this. While trying to unravel the mystery, I decided to investigate more deeply about Rivana. I dug up information from his acquaintances, looking for traces that might be connected to the unpleasant incident that had just occurred. Every little clue could be the key to uncovering the truth behind these events. Over time, I felt increasingly entangled in a puzzle that was more complex than I imagined. One evening, I explored several places Rivana had visited. His footsteps led me to a cafe which was often our meeting place in the past. There, I met a waiter who seemed to know Rivana well. With great care, I started asking about Rivana's life and the people who might be involved with her. The waiter provided some surprising information. It was revealed that Rivana was involved in unusual activities, and there were also stories about a mysterious individual who often appeared around her. However, the waiter didn't know much, and the answer I got only added another layer of mystery to the case. With my head full of questions, I returned to my apartment, contemplating my next steps. Meanwhile, my phone rang, and a mysterious voice on the other end delivered a message that sent shivers down my spine.
"You're getting closer to the truth, but this game has only just begun."
The message made me even more curious and alert. I made plans to proceed with the investigation more carefully. My every move seemed to be watched, and the truth seemed to hide more and more in the shadows. I went back to checking Rivana's belongings that were still left in the apartment. Amidst his clothes and personal belongings, I found a notebook that he rarely seemed to pay attention to. When reading it, it was revealed that Rivana was involved with a secret group involved in dark affairs. However, the note does not provide definite clues regarding the person who might be involved in Rivana's death. Despair and curiosity continue to haunt me, but I am determined to uncover the truth even though I have to go through increasingly complex layers of mystery. My next step? Maybe try approaching the secret group myself or find out more about the mysterious message I just got. I decided to follow the trail of the secret group that emerged in Rivana's records. Carefully, I fumbled through the information, finding out more about their activities. Every meeting, every transaction, and every involvement of Rivana becomes a puzzle that becomes clearer and more complex. While I was exploring this dark world, I realized that some people were starting to follow my steps. They, who knows who, seem to have the same interests. Anxiety and tension increased with every step I took, but curiosity and determination to uncover the truth pushed me to continue this journey. In the dark of night, among the shadows of conspiracy, I realized that there might be no turning back. I was in the middle of a dangerous game, and the only choice was to press on, despite the ever-increasing risks.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Natalia asked. Immediately I was shocked
"Who do I think," I said.
I continued my careful search for the truth, following the trail of the secret group. Each clue leads me deeper into an ever-unfolding maze of intrigue and danger. Meanwhile, the mysterious message I once received continued to haunt my mind. One night, at a dark gathering, I found myself face to face with someone who seemed to have the answers to all my questions. He was a member of the secret society himself, and he provided pieces of information that surprised me. It is revealed that Rivana is actually a spy involved in investigating the group's activities. However, apparently, he lost his life on his way through the complicated network. The person who kept offering me what seemed to be the key to all the mysteries turned out to be a fellow spy who was now too dangerous to leave alive. Full of emotion and unsatisfied curiosity, I decided to reveal this truth to the world. I wrote this story as Rivana's last note, as a tribute to her courage in uncovering the mystery that cost her her life. However, while I was finishing my writing, I felt a threat approaching, perhaps from a secret group or even from someone who continued to lurk in the shadows. I felt disturbed by the uncertainty and threat that was approaching. While finishing my writing, I realized that I had to act quickly before the shadow of darkness enveloped me completely. With the information I gained, I devised a plan to dismantle the secret group and bring the truth to the surface. However, on the way to that goal, I began to realize that the game was more complex than I thought. One night, when I was deciphering hidden codes, I discovered evidence that shattered all my beliefs. Rivana, the spy who is now remembered as a hero, actually had his own agenda. He was involved in a larger plan, and perhaps, his own death was part of a pre-planned scenario. While I was trying to digest this bitter reality, the apartment door suddenly opened, and someone came in. He was a figure who had been lurking from the shadows, and his expression suggested that the truth I had discovered had not yet been fully revealed. Before I could act, that person said something.
"This story is not over," and it dawned on me that I had been caught in the vortex of a conspiracy even more vast than I had ever imagined.
Even so, everything has been revealed. The police have arrested the man who is suspected of being involved in Rivana's death. I was the one who reported this before, only to get bad news. But now it's all over. This is all thanks to Natalia and Owen who are apparently on my side. After I woke up, my hand hurt a lot and I just knew that I was now in the hospital.