I'm standing on the beach, with the sunset in front of me. The beautiful orange sun and sky as it has the same colour as the season.

A tall guy who's older than me and wearing his uniform so indecently is beside me, also staring at the sunset.

He moved his mouth. I did not hear what he said nor did I make the words out from the movement alone. This isn't like me.

I walked closer to him to understand what he was saying but instead, he pushed me into the ocean. What is this feeling? Treachery...

I didn't waste any more of my time to analyse what he had done and tried my very best to surface. The demon's biggest fear of death is drowning-- no, not literally drowning since demons are said to be immortal. It's like drowning in your biggest fear. If most humans are scared of spiders, they are most likely to be dead inside when they experienced being put in a secluded area where there's only spiders in all kinds.

I'm drowning, my voice couldn't be reached. I'm trying my best to surface but I can't swim. I'm unable to surface. I'm slowly getting in deeper and deeper. The background's fading into black. The last thing I saw was my demon self is melting in the water. Is this what Lucifer felt? How horrible that must be.

I opened my mouth to shout one last time but all I could feel is the water filling my throat.

"Kanae!! Kanae!!" I tried to shout and reach out as much as I could. I can barely feel my throat.

"K-Kana--"

"I'm here!!" I heard his voice and felt his warm soft touch on my hand.

I blinked several times. I'm back in one piece. My body's not melted but my eyesight is a bit blurry.

"What's wrong, Missy?" He calmly asked as he gently wiped my eyes. Now it's clear. Was there water there? Were there tears there? "You were calling my name."

"Ah... That's right... It was...all a nightmare..." I said but my heart kept pounding crazily as if that nightmare was real. It's like I really experienced it.

"You seem to be uneasy about something. What's wrong?" He calmly asked again like he saw through me. Even though that's the situation, he's still wearing an apron and has a tray with a bowl in the middle. Looks like a salad bowl. Plus, he's still holding my hand.

"Do you know because you felt my hand shaking?" I dryly asked him.

"Yep!" He widely smiled.

I sighed because of his carefree personality. Does he not know the current situation? "Well, it's nothing. I'm just glad you're here now.... Promise me to never betray me."

"Promise is such a big word. I don't think I'm ready for that commitment." He scratched the back of his head with his free hand.

"Excuse me?" I dryly stared at him. "You committed yourself as my master. So promising to never betray me is actually not that difficult to do."

"Hehehe. I know that, Missy. I just want to mess with you." He ruffled my hair. How many times does he need to do that until he's satisfied?! Be thankful that I'm not defending myself like a turtle now!

"Hm? Why aren't you defending your head and glare at me?" He still asks that?! "Ah, is it because you don't want to let go of my hand? How simple you are, Missy!" He messed around. I knew it. There's still some trickster side in him. It's his own personality anyway. I can't expect it to pop like a bubble.

I softened my grip and was planning to slide my hand away but his grip is the exact opposite! "You're the one who doesn't want to let go!"

"I can't just leave you shaking around like a paranoid maniac." He smiled as he tilted his head to the side. "Besides, I can work with only a hand. Say 'aahh'." He scooped a fork of salad and was trying to put it in my mouth.

"Stop babying me!" I slapped the fork away, leaving it on the ground.

He was silently hanging his head and finally lets my hand go. I don't know what he's up to next. Maybe he'll attack me, maybe he'll punish me!

Keeping those thoughts in my mind, I backed away until I reached the wall. He's still there, hanging his head. I can't see his expression nor anything else for the matter. His eyes are glued to the bed.

When he moved, I jolted. He puts the bowl down on my drawer beside my bed and untied his apron, cleanly folding it and put it beside the bowl.

He then looked at me. I don't want eye contact since it scares me. I think he's planning to kill me again. If he can do it in the past, there's no questioning it if he's going to do it again.

"Why are you always being cautious around me?" He asked with a low quiet voice. "Don't you trust me?"

I turned my head to face him and saw his face about to cry.

"Did I do anything wrong?"

Everything he says now is piercing my soul. That particular sentence pierced my soul badly. Did he do anything wrong? But I'm... I was the one who's wrong.

"I'll leave the bowl of salad and the black apron here. I'm going back to the kitchen to get a fork." He turned his back and went straight to the door, leaving me all alone in my bedroom, bloody, bruised, and a bit guilty. My mind's not working well too. A lot is wrong with me...

I waited. I waited for Kanae to come back as it felt like years had passed. He finally arrived with a fork, casually entering in my bedroom. He puts the fork in the bowl and was about to leave again.

I jumped out my bed and tugged his black blazer that I miss so much. "Don't leave."

"You keep the roses?" He ignored me.

I looked at what he's looking. Ahh, he sees a vase of red roses. The red roses that I received from Carol.

"They make me feel safe and secured. They're also beautiful. I can't just throw them away." I explained with a smile, remembering Carol.

"Exact opposite of me?" He turned to me. "I don't make you feel safe and secured, do I? So you can just throw me away!"

"I didn't say anything like that! I don't want to throw you away! You saved me several times now so of course I wouldn't do something foolish like that!" I protested, letting go of his blazer.

"Well it's like that! Since I tried my best to take care of you and all you do is throw my efforts away! I'm not babying you, it's just my own way of trying to take care of you!" He shouted at me. "You're not frail, I know that....but please....remember to take care of yourself. A lot are worried about you." He hung his head one more time, back with his low quiet voice.

I...did not say anything. I was not able to. The impact of his voice and the feelings put to it is too much for me to handle.

"I'm sorry...." I turned away with the feeling of defeat. "I guess my demon self still doesn't want to disappear..."

"I-... You're right, you're right. Can't help that, can I?" He shook his head and turned away, away from my gaze.

"You know that I'm still a demon no matter what. Nothing can change that." I kept on talking even if our gaze doesn't meet each other. It doesn't have to be. I can still talk to him. It doesn't have to start with a gaze.

I snorted and laughed like a maniac. Still, he didn't turn around. I expected that. "You know what a bored demon can do." I smirked and tilted my head.

"What do you plan on doing now?" He curiously asked. He was unsure whether or not he'll join me. I can hear it in his voice. He was unwilling.

"Since Adam Smith is out of the list, who do you think the next prime suspect is?" My smirk widened.

"I don't know." He answered after a short pause.

"Oh, you know. You just don't remember."

"Give me a hint."

"Oh just join me, will you?!" I stomped my foot out of impatience.

"You know that I'm going to join you either way, Missy." He snorted. He turned his heel around and faced me. It's so annoying how he's using his height to make me feel lower than him.

"Not what I thought but that's perfect!" I pounded my fist on my palm and snapped my fingers. "You're going back to school, right? It's better if you leave me here. Meet me at 10 o'clock, London Bridge."

"A person who has no sense of direction knows only one place, a place she doesn't usually visit. How smart." He teased.

"Wherever I want to go, I always end up in London Bridge [for some reason] so there's no problem with it." I confidently answered.

He stared at me. I did the same. He then sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "Whatever you say, Missy." He smiled, turning to the door, exiting.

I gawked at the door for a few extra moments before lying down on my bed. Everything in this room is blood red-- my walls, my ceilings, my bed, and even myself. My whole body is literally covered in blood. I should clean myself before anything else. I don't want to be seen as someone unpresentable. It will cause a lot of trouble.

I sat up my bed and stared at the bandages that are wrapped around my whole body, all of which are full of blood.

I made my way to the bathroom and removed my clothes and bandages, leaving it in the washbasin. The bathtub's tempting me. Its presence keeps screaming at me that I should take a bath. Of course, how else will I able to remove the bloodstains from me and everywhere? Maybe I'll just continue re-wrapping myself with clean bandages until I stop bleeding.

I went back to my bedroom and opened my closet and took fresh new clothes-- a simple white buttoned blouse with a ribbon tied on the collar and the same kind of skirt that I usually wear, except it has a dark red colour underneath a black trench coat. It's a bit warmer than my usual clothes but it's only temporary anyway, I'll just have to wait until the bloodstains are removed. Well, I guess I'll have to replace my ankle boots too.

I just realised how black and white I look. As I realised this, I took a pair of black fuzzy ankle boots. I'm satisfied with my new outfit. I look monochrome even though the dark red colour is there but it was so dark that it almost looks like it's black in further inspection. Perfect.

I took my bloody clothes and bandages with me as I go downstairs. As I was going, I caught a glimpse of a lonely man who's sitting alone in the dining room, quietly and slowly eating what seems like a salad bowl too. Ah, I didn't eat my salad bowl! Not hungry. I guess I'll just leave him for a minute here.

I continued my way to the laundry room and still....there's still Angelo's dirty clothes.... I....think I forgot to actually clean it... They're being irresponsible so I think--

*Ding dong*

"Zan, are you expecting someone?" I asked from the laundry room.

"No. Are you?"

There was an eerie brief silence. "I'll go check." I hesitantly volunteered.

Leaving the clothes on top of the washing machine, I walked to the grand door and opened it with slightly trembling hands. I slammed it open in one short quick go.

"Hey there Missy, miss us?"

Without letting me answer, a kick to an abdomen was sent.

"I'm the only one who calls her 'Missy'!" The piece of shit protested. I wonder what made him worked up? The fact that he called me the same nickname that he only calls me? Hm. I guess I can relate to him. I had a similar experience too.

"Ah, great timing! I need your help with something, POS!" I snapped my fingers, pulling him inside, leaving the injured Angelo still outside.

Before I can shut the door, Angelo stuck his foot out, stopping it. "Hold on Missy--" yet again interrupted...by a punch this time. "Uhh.... Little Miss, I think we need to talk about a lot of things. Did something happen two days ago after we left?"

"Oh yeah, about that too." I crossed my arms, and glared at him with upturned eyes. "You freaking left me, didn't you?" I glared harder at him.

"Wait, they left you alone, in this huge dark house, with no companion whatsoever?" Kanae butted in.

"Oh not just them, even my parents." I immediately responded.

"Are you even that independent, Missy?" I turned to him, giving the same glare I gave to Angelo. "I'll take that as a yes." He dismissed it as he turns his direction.

"And aren't you going back to school?" I eyed my suspicions on him.

"They thought I also marked myself as absent so they let me stayed that way. I don't care anyway." He coolly brushed it off, still with his gaze towards the opposite direction. "So, where do you need help with?"

"Laundry room, past the kitchen." I pointed at the direction...which seems to be useless.

"What?" He turned to me with a confused face. "You have a laundry room inside the kitchen?"

"Past the kitchen."

"No way I can pass the chicken." He replied.

Well I just realised how far we are from each other. I can't blame him for not understanding what I say properly.

"Where did the chicken even come from?" Angelo butted in like we're ok now.

"Welcome to my world, a world where you meet a guy who's talking to someone from far away...who eventually wants to pass the chicken." I dryly told him, walking towards Kanae.

Angelo closed the door after him and soon followed us too.

Angelo went inside the kitchen while Kanae and I continued our way to the laundry room, passing the kitchen like it's none of our business.

Seeing the kitchen and Kanae, I immediately remembered about the apron and the bowl of salad still in my room. Can't eat it now, what a waste.

I involuntarily sighed, which caught Kanae's attention. "What's wrong, Missy?"

"I forgot to eat the salad. I'm sorry it was put to waste." I honestly told him, not afraid that he will snap at me again.

He turned his head away. I'm quite surprised that he's fine with walking in a straight path as he's facing another way.

We reached the laundry room at last. It felt like forever walking in the hallways when it's too silent to even hear your own footsteps.

"Wash them." I bluntly ordered him.

"Wait, what? You dragged me all the way here to let me wash your clothes?"

"And bandages." I added, turning my back on him.

"You don't wash bandages with a washing machine!" He protested. While talking, he's already trying to activate the machine. How wonderful.

"Then give me the bandages, I'll throw them away."

Kanae immediately obliged, placing the bandages on my hands.

I exit the room and threw the bandages in a nearby bin. Now, to leave and go to Angelo. Who knew that throwing bandages can be such a help when you want to escape someone?

"What's with you? You never change your clothes." He asked as soon as I get there.

"Didn't you seriously see me holding my bloody clothes?" I furrowed my eyebrows to prove a point.

"Is it that time of the month for you?" He snorted.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I slightly shook my head, still furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"You'll know soon enough." He let out a wide smirk.

Whatever he is talking about, I convince myself that it has nothing to do with me. After all, they're humans and I'm a demon. These kinds of topics are what makes us different from each other.

I shook my head and dismissed him. I entered the kitchen so I could get a better view of him. "Any ideas regarding Deane Ryan?"

Angelo thought for a moment then snickered. "Ask Sebastian." He says, shrugging.

"You wasted my time waiting for an answer that doesn't exist." I clicked my tongue, turning towards the door to exit.

"You know that some people also wait for something that doesn't exist." He shouted before I fully exit the kitchen.

I stopped and turned to him. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked with a slight glare.

"Just felt like it." He shrugged, smiling.

I know for sure that that smile isn't for nothing or he just felt like it. I know that he knows something but I don't know what it is so I decided to let it slide. But I'm still confused about everything else.

I decided to ask Sebastian. I don't want to admit that I actually followed what I was told to do by my own chef to learn about a suspicious person.

"Sallos, I need your help with something." I walked towards him, hearing my heels stepping on the wooden tiles.

"Whatever you need, m'lady." He courteously bowed. Not so courteous for a demon. "Do you need another set of clothes?" He jokingly remarked.

"Why does everybody make a deal of why I changed my clothes?!" I asked, annoyed. It was a rhetorical question so I wasn't really expecting an answer from anyone. "Anyway, what do you know about Deane Ryan?"

"Deane Ryan... That name sounds familiar, don't you think, M'lady?" He puts his hand on his chin as he thinks deeply.

"That's why I'm asking you." I dryly stared at him.

"The ones who know about it the most are Philip and that bartender." He explained. Sometimes, he can be useful other than a chauffeur and/or a pervert.

I immediately contacted Philip through my phone. I can hear the phone rings endlessly but there's no sign of being picked up. I guess he's busy at the moment. Expected from someone who's the last surviving government official. I guess he became a general now since there's nobody else.

I don't need to go to Flame today. Tomorrow is Thursday and I should be fine by then... For now, I should list all the possible things that Deane Ryan may be.

•

Thursday. Oct 13.

"You're not going to school today, Little Miss?" Zan turned to me as he was about to head out the door.

"It will be too suspicious if they knew that the woman they beat up so badly was already fine the next day." I calmly explained as I continued to peel the bandages off.

"Well in some way or another, you don't look all well to me." I sharply turned my head to him and stared at him for a few moments as the bandage fell to the ground. In a second, my injuries vanished like nothing happened. He stared at me then at the fallen bloody bandages then back at me again then at the bandages. "Never mind." He whispered as he continued to walk out.

I head to the laundry room and found my wrinkly clothes still all wrinkly. It's too troublesome for me to wear them so I didn't change my new clothes. Plus, it's more comfortable and warm.

I then head to my room and opened my drawer, where the list of things that Deane Ryan may be is written. I should investigate these conclusions thoroughly before I can proceed to something else.

1. Deane Ryan is a suspicious man. You let your guard down, you die horrendously.

I dashed to the garage. "Sebastian, get in the car, we're going to that bar."

"But that bar is destroyed."

"There's a chance that that bar is still there, being fixed, right now. So hurry up!" I demanded, getting in the car before he could.

He has no choice but to oblige, and so he did just that.

•

I walked out of the car to see the bar being demolished right now. I recklessly went inside nevertheless the danger and called one of the workers. "Excuse me, where is the owner of this bar?"

"Don't worry kiddo, he agreed to do this thing." He answered as he fixed his helmet.

"I don't care whether or not this 400 year old bar will be destroyed, I want to know where the owner is!" I demanded, a bit forceful than my initial polite personality.

"No need to be that angry, little child. Maybe he's in an alleyway somewhere." He calmly pointed outside. "Don't get in some business with that shady guy. You don't want to get into trouble." He gently warned me.

I clicker my tongue and puffed my cheeks. Who does he think he is, calling me a little child?!

I angrily walked my way out of the bar and went to different alleyways. One alleyway that's near the bar that I didn't check out was new. I haven't seen that before and I don't know where it came from. Curiosity took over me so I walked towards it-- no, my body took all the controls and began to absentmindedly walk to the new alleyway that I didn't know existed.

Slowly and cautiously walking my way to the alleyway...

Until...

A man suddenly came up behind me. As fast as my reflexes can go, I shouldered him then quickly pointed a gun at his head as he knelt down from the pain.

"Ugh..." He groaned as he defensively hold his stomach.

"Oh quit whining, it's not that painful." I rolled my eyes but still keeping my sight at him.

"What do...you want from me?" He choked the words out like it's his last.

"I should be asking you that, you suddenly attacked me!" I cocked the gun just in case he starts attacking me again.

"Can we have this talk without the gun?" He stood up like nothing happened earlier. Good, he reverted back to what he's supposed to be.

I kept my gun in my trench coat and warmly laughed at him. "The bar that stood for 400 years is now being demolished. What are you going to do with that now?"

"What? Being demolished? I told them to fix it, not demolish it!" He gritted his teeth and ran to the bar that is soon going to be completely in pieces. I applaud his determination.

I followed him, albeit walking. I'm not in a hurry anyway.

I walked to the bar, reaching the conversation between him and the worker I had just been talking to. How coincidental.

Talking, talking, screaming... And, what a surprise, the worker just punched Flame in the face. Oh look, Flame is unaffected and socked the worker. He then yells at the other workers to leave. Haha, what an interesting scene to watch.

After everyone walked out and the only one left is the sole owner of the bar that stood for 400 years and a nephilim.

"Good job making a scene there." I sarcastically clapped as I came in.

"Don't use sarcasm on me now!" He pointed his index finger at me. "This was your fault! If only you didn't exist--"

"Then your father wouldn't still be alive right now." I smiled and tilted my head to the right with my hands still in position of clapping. I feel my fangs hang out a little as I smile. "Did you forget that my family is the reason why everyone in Hell is still alive? Without us, you're all useless pieces of trash." I glared with my glowing red eyes and fangs that are fully visible.

"I can see your demon self is desperately trying to be back from everything it missed as you're too busy trying to be human."

"Stop saying shit. Have you forgotten that I still have a revolver in my trench coat and I can have easy access to it and shoot you in point-blank range?" I reach out in my trench coat to take my gun. But when I see him trembling and gulping in fear, I aborted the idea immediately and giggled. "It's good to be back, ain't it?" I spread my arms and smirked widely that it reaches ear to ear.

"Your half demonic appearance have no intention of going away, does it?" He slightly glared at me. Is he being cautious now that he knows that I can easily kill him with or without a weapon?

"Haha of course not. It's too long since I have made an appearance!" I laughed. I then pulled a table telekinetically and sat on a chair above it. I flew my way there to sit on the chair on the table and looked down at Flame like I'm a queen. "But that's not what I wanted to talk about with you today. I want to talk about Deane Ryan."

"Deane Ryan..." He hummed. "Nope, not ringing a bell." He shook his head calmly.

"Impossible!!" I stomped my foot on the table, cracking it a bit.

He looked sharply at me like he's eyeing his prey.

"That look makes me think that you know something! Hahaha!" I demonically laughed like it's normal, like I ruled over him. "Who is this mysterious Deane Ryan that's somehow connected to TCM666D?" I asked, still standing on the table. Because I feel like it, I kicked the chair out of the table, shattering it into pieces. It's not made of glass, it's made of wood but the shattering feature is the same.

"Tch..." He turned away as he clicked his tongue. I can clearly see him clutching his knuckles tightly.

"What makes you not use your mouth to speak?!" I pulled my gun out in 0.1 second that no human couldn't see what's coming as I shot his foot. Of course, he isn't a human so he clearly saw me pull my gun out so I had to shoot him in self-defence. But I like to threat him to speak too so I chose his foot.

He flopped down helplessly on the ground as he tried to look up to me again, with one foot not enough to keep him standing.

"Speak, peasant!" I demanded, threatening to shoot his other foot, cocking the gun.

"Deane Ryan is a dangerous, mysterious man. Don't let your guard down no matter what. He could be anyone. That's all I can tell you." He quickly talked like what I wanted him to. Good, good.

So the first thing is confirmed. He is a mysterious man and he could kill me. The additional was that he could be anyone. I wonder what me means by that.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Nephilim. I'll go to the next person to extract informations from." I thanked as I shoved the gun back in my trench coat, taking out a notepad and a pen, writing what he had contributed. "Before I leave, mind making me a Bloody Mary?" I smiled warmly, no sign of demonic presence.

He panicked for a bit and looked at his foot. Did he seriously forget that he's a nephilim? Haha.

"Alright." He snickered.

•

Dead Meat. 12 pm.

"Deane Ryan... Is that really his name...?" I thought aloud as I tap my pen on my head repeatedly, burying my head in my arms. I'm slowly getting impatient with my order.

"Why am I here again? I thought you're done with me." Flame asked across me.

"I forgot my wallet. You pay." I bluntly told him with my head still buried in my arms.

Flame heaved an exasperated sigh as he reaches down on his pockets.

"Here is your chicken barbecue, miss. Do you need anything more?"

"Yes. Red wine."

"Coming right up." The waiter bowed and left.

"But you just drank wine!" Flame complained.

"Shut up and get a life, will you?" I complained back, starting to bite off the bland meat dish in front of me.

There was silence. Not complete silence, I can hear the silverware clanking on each other. We merely didn't talk.

"How is it?" He asked, probably just to start a conversation and kill the silent atmosphere around us. I think he also ignores the other people talking and the silverware clanking like I do.

"Tastes like any other human food-- bland and distasteful." I frankly told him my opinion. I know he's not offended by this.

"Hmm... I wonder why you can't taste human food..." He thinks about it deeply. He thinks about anything deeply.

"What's with you? Why are you concerning yourself with this?" I chewed on a huge chunk of meat.

"It just feels like there's something weird..." He diverted his gaze away.

"You're overthinking this." I chewed another chunk.

"No, I think you're trying to be human but there are still some things that doesn't let you do that. You still have that demon self in you that you don't want to let go." He defended.

"Hmph." I turned away, covering my mouth. I almost choked on a chunk of meat, how embarrassing that will be. "I didn't know that you are that interested in me. I thought you hate me."

"I did. I hated you." He corrected. "But I guess that changed because of that guy's determination. He has the same determination as when he wanted to protect his little brother. If I'd witness my closest friend being that overprotective over some enemy of mine, I'll try and do my best to make that enemy my friend."

I stopped eating at that point. I stopped moving, I stopped breathing. I didn't realise that fast that I was blushing and blinking my eyes several times to analyse what he just said.

"I'm your friend?" I choked out the words after such a long pause. "Your friend?" I asked twice.

"Of course you are. This is the proof. I wouldn't want to pay for you if you're not my friend."

I'm still at loss for words. I had stopped eating. Whenever I try eating, my hands are trembling so much that I use my telekinesis to stop the utensils from falling to the ground.

"Don't act surprised. This is a bit expected as soon as you knew my friendship with Zan." He smacked his own face and groaned.

"Y-yeah... Thanks." I jolted then turned away, keeping my eyes glued to the food that I was eating.

•

Auden Residence. 4 pm.

"What a hectic adventure this was, right, Miss?" Sebastian chuckled.

"You have no right to comment what I just had to endure." I complained as I clutched my head tightly.

I staggered my way to my room with nothing on my mind but some new informations I found out about Deane Ryan with Flame's help.

I opened my bedroom door, expecting to see an empty bedroom but instead, there were two men who are sitting on my windowpane with cards in their hands.

"Ah, Missy has returned." The Delinquent happily stated, quickly dropping all his cards and taking Carol's money.

"That's unfair!" Carol exclaimed as he sweeps his money back to him.

"Anyway, what did you do the whole day?" Kanae asked as he ignored Carol, leaving all his money to him, and jumped down the window. He walks towards me with his hands buried in his pockets. He approached me with a carefree manner that I'm afraid that maybe he has some other plans. "You seem a bit tired." He leaned down on me and placed his hand on my forehead. "And a bit sick..." He furrowed his brows like he was a bit panicking.

I slapped his hand away from my forehead and pounced straight to bed, burying my head with soft pillows.

I can only sense their movements from here. I may not be accurate though.

Kanae glanced at Carol. Afterwards, I could only hear my window opening. The wind howls inside. It's very windy today, isn't it?

I hear footsteps fading away, but I can still sense someone in my bedroom.

Being irritated by this feeling, I threw a pillow at him and turned my whole body over and face him. I pulled out my gun, taking advantage of the moment.

I hastily pointed my gun at him but he didn't flinch.

"I guess I'll have to be your caretaker for a while." He stated as he put on an apron and smiled brightly. Afterwards, he handed me a red rose. "I like how your bedroom is decorated." With that to be imprinted in my mind, he walked away. I don't know what he plans to do now.

At last that there are no people in my bedroom now, I can finally check on my files in peace.

1. Deane Ryan is a mysterious dangerous man. Don't let your guard down. He can be anyone.
2. He's a demon disguising as a human.
3. He likes the Royal Family (my family) though his reasons are unknown.
4. He sometimes uses Lucifer for information.
5. He may be a part of the 666.

That is all I could gather today. I know my investigation still hasn't stopped there. I still have some more informations to look for if I want to defeat this new enemy of mine...

Wait...if he also wants to prove my father's innocence, then that makes him my ally!

Hmm... More informations I get about him, the less suspicious I become of him. I wonder where his whereabouts are right now...