"But even though what you're saying is true, what does she have to do with all of this mess?" In spite of the fact that Blue Raven was just a meaningless name, but why this out of all names is written all over the walls of my apartment? Putting that aside, why just in pure blood? In the first place, whose blood is that? Or is it even real blood? Questions kept flooding in my mind, but the most important and suspicious of them all is... Why do I get that familiar feeling whenever I remember the scenery? Frankily speaking, WHY THE HELL DID I EVEN FAINT?!! My sanity screamed to me begging for more.
"Well, that is what has actually made me even more worried," He paused briefly as he took out a small piece of dusty old paper from his chemise front pocket, "It could just be someone who is trying to mess up with you out of hatred or something. There is no other thought that could come to mind." He shoved the paper into my hand.
"Hatred?"
"It could be out of jealously or whatsoever reason." Thinking of it, only one person could come to my mind: Drulf. But how could she even be able to enter my apartment? And is she really the one who did all that?
"What's in that old paper?"
"Just open it and see for yourself." It didn't take me a few seconds until my hands started sweating and trembling nervously as anxiety invaded my heart again.
"W-where did.... y-you find it....?" I stuttered in fear but only to get a worried glance from him.
He approached closer to me as he clasped my hands into his as his eyes bored into mine, "Don't worry. When I was confused and panicked by what I saw, I had to roam around your house at the crime scene and I found this."
"Crime scene?"
"I already told you that I haven't informed the police yet. It may cause unnecessary chaos when we do not even know about the details." He halted scantily as I waited for him eagerly to continue, "Plus, I didn't intrude any further, so I have not seen the contents of this paper nor anything precise about your home other than the keys which I used to lock the door with after I brought you here." Regardless of the fact that he was too accurate which just sounded like a weather forecast, it eerily brought in more suspicion instead of calming me down.
"Scary...." I mumbled as I opened that piece of paper to see a scramble of letters and numbers. Wait, an address?
"What did you find?"
"It probably seems like an address...." I said monotounously until something creepier clicked in my brain..... It just made me go pale upon realizing it....
"But you're supposed to know more about it, doesn't it seem like your handwriting?" He asked skeptically.
"Indeed..... BUT I DON'T REMEMBER WRITING ANYTHING LIKE THAT!" I exclaimed in a loud voice which echoed throughout the silent room. A feeling of dread and panic started to take over my heart.
He grabbed me by my shoulders as he narrowed his eyes at me, "If not you, then who else?"
I just kept trembling unable to think straight for a reason, "W-where exactly d-did you find it?"
"It was just beside the desk. Apparently, it was on the desk but fell due to the ruckus. Either ways, if it is in your apartment, and in your room, written in your very own handwriting, then....?"
"I swear I don-" He put his index finger on my lips to silence me.
"Say no more. You are the one who wrote it, but I understand that you forgot when that was."
"But I didn't even wri-"
"Shhh," he shushed me, "No buts here. You are just too nervous to remember, but from the looks of the paper, it was probably not written recently which is enough proof that you cannot intrepert it." He released me from his grip as he looked at me from the side of his eye, "But it would be better if you try to squeeze that brain of yours to remember as it might lead us to some clues. We can't keep on ignoring the circumstances."
Eyes wide, I looked at him in utter shock. He yet did not believe me when I said that I don't remember, and he doesn't even let me to protest. But I am sure 100% that there is a person who is behind all of this. I am sure that there is someone who is having same handwriting as mine. Maybe Drulf has an idea about that. She must have tried something like that to trick me into her trap.  Plagiarism? Identity theft? So, someone as arrogant as her wouldn't steep low to that degree for useless reasons such as jealousy, madness, anger.... etc.  "But if it's an address," I stated even though I did not really want to know what that address was about and I felt how bad it was, but something was telling me that it held deeper meaning than I thought, "Don't you have any hints about where this place could be?" I showed Shin the address written on the paper. All what we have to do to get more clues, to know what is going on, to understand the situation we are locked up in now, and to apprehend what our next move will be is to analyse this meticulously.
   He clutched the paper in my hands centralizing all his thoughts for the contents scribbled carelessly on it. Surely such way of writing is not mine; especially when I know, for a fact, that I never inscribe any significant information or notes such as, addresses, emails, phone number... etc. in that way. "Apparently it's in this city, but as for the place, I'm afraid I have no knowledge where that might be."
   "Huh?"
   "Would you like us to take a look?"
   "N-no...." I replied doubtedly. I am unsure if I gave the right reply or not, but as far as for what I know, it would not be a good idea to get him involved anymore into this mess. If I am the one that anonymous trouble-maker is after, then I am the one who must fix all this. Determination sparkled inside me as I  decided finally to do it all on my own.