The next day, David woke up with a headache. He sluggishly walked over to the sink at the kitchen to wash his face and went to the bathroom.

In bright daylight, his living room looked like someone had dumped a week's garbage in it. Un-ironed clothes lay crumbled on the chair. Half-eaten pizza which he ordered to celebrate the game which he watched after long time was stinking in the box by the tea-table. Un-watered plants, coffee stains, dusty shelves and of course the case papers.

After spending fifteen minutes in the shower, David came out wrapped in a towel as he searched for a T-shirt and jeans to wear amongst the crumpled pile of clothes. He found them and began wearing. He looked at the time and it was already 10:00. But he didn't mind. His sleep schedule was all over the place.

He combed his overgrown hair neatly and applied some deodorant over his body.

Then his moved over to making his brunch. Today would be the same day as any other days. He cracked two eggs put them on the frying pan, began toasting four loaves of bread, two at a time and making tea. He wanted to drink tea today for some reason. He had a habit of drinking herbal tea when went to work but that habit had been replaced with coffee which kept him irritated for the rest of the day. But today was a tea day. A change from the months of lonely, sulking and monotonous life.

He opened up his phone as the toaster clicked and the breads came up. He put two more in it. The eggs were cooking fine. He looked at the local news while sipping his morning tea.

Soon the eggs were done and so were the rest of the bread. He carefully arranged them in neat order and began by tasting the eggs. They were delicious of course, it was his mother-in-law's recipe. Then he took a bite of the bread and continued scrolling through his morning feed.

David didn't prefer social platforms, he considered himself too much old for things like that and also simply because he did not like the thought of hearing 100 different opinions on a single piece of information. He had learnt through Jacob, his IT department guy, about recognizing fake news, he knew some sites were used to stir up controversies and not everything on the internet was true.

But his time on the internet made him realize that the entire internet is not true. Nobody really believed what they wrote, be it good or bad. They just did it so other people could see it and speak about it and make themselves feel good.

Throughout his years he kept most of his opinions to himself.

He was immersed in reading a news article when the door bell rang. He put down his phone and looked through the window, which showed the entrance but there was no one. He annoyingly got up from his table leaving his perfect eggs as he walked towards the door.

"Who's there?" He asked,

No reply.

He swung open the door and on the ground was the morning newspaper.

He picked it up and read the headlines.

Possible murder in the Asylum.

Patient found dead in the room. No suspicious activities involved.

At the night of 12th of January, Lucas Stator Asylum for Mentally Disabled reported a murder in their faculty. The body was left perfectly unharmed apart from the fact that it had no heartbeat. Upon examination of Dr Arthur Fletch the heart had simply stopped beating. However it is being reported that the patient, Seraphina Pennyworth, was given no such drugs which would cause such an incident. Further autopsy reports are pending. Contd. On page 8.

David read the name again. Seraphina Pennyworth, it said. He felt his hair rising on his arms as he flipped to page eight of the Morning Times.

Contd. From Page 1.

Chief investigator, Henry Waltenn stated that, "It must be a case of mistaken drugs or possibly a plot to kill Ms. Pennyworth. However, we cannot assume murder due to lack of evidence." After being interrogated about the possibility of suspects, the Chief inspector stated, "We assure to the public that an investigation shall be carried out to apprehend the suspect if murder is involved." He also commented upon the infamous history of the victim, "I am aware of the case which brought Ms. Pennyworth to the asylum and I shall take that as my preliminary source of investigation."

David folded the paper in his hand. Seraphina Pennyworth was dead. Not just dead, possibly murdered. Murdered. The word roamed in his mind. He felt a need to go to the asylum, maybe they did not move the body. He turned around and grabbed his coat as the wintery gust blew the dust away from the shelves. He had a hunch, a gut feeling that Seraphina did not die. She was most definitely murdered. But something else connected David with Ms. Pennyworth. It was friendship. After the infamous case which is stilled talked about in Wallopsberg. The infamous case of Ms. Seraphina Pennyworth.