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The Killing at District 12

There were mysterious murders taking place at District 12 every last weekend of the month and the serial killer was at large. "Our killer was not just deliberately peeling of the face of his victims. He was also eviscerating their body and purging out their organs, particularly their hearts. It was like the killer wanted to remove everything that made one human." Two people who used to be high school friends and also shared a painful past; both lost a loved one on an incident that happened six years ago decided to join hands to solve this mystery. One was retired a forensic anthropologist who turned a new leaf and chose to become a professor at a medical school While the other was a former law enforcement officer who had decided to be into seminary and was just a step away from becoming an officially ordained priest Will they be able to identify the notorious killer that lurked the shadows of their district??? PS pic's not mine. Credit goes to the rightful owner

WolfsBane · Urban
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192 Chs

COMMERCIAL: MIKAEL AT YOUR SERVICE

"The pleasure is mine. Coffee in the pot if you want it."

Rather than feeling ashamed after Mikael castigated her, Santina only shrugged her shoulders and flashed the other party a mock roguish smile instead

She then offered him something to warm himself as if she did nothing and everything was normal.

She had been very casual and too used to Mikael's company, that more often than not there were times that it slipped on her mind that the other party was no longer the same high school guy that she had as a friend before.

Mikael was already about to become a priest, for crying out sake!

The other party on the other hand shook his head lightly and on the process, tiny droplets of water fell from his wet hair.

As if watching a commercial rolling, everything happened in slow motion at Santina's eyes.

The other party's very action was as though screaming 'COMMERCIAL: Mikael at your service'

The other party was about five feet and ten in height. He had this physical type of body that was usually described as compact or solid.

Beefy arms and broad shoulders that tapered down to his slim waist and hips.

His jet black hair that was as dark as night was tamed in a severe crew cut and created a perfect blend on his olive tone skin that looked as if he used to spend every day under the sun

Also, his lips that looked as though always begging to be kissed yet at the same time always in a straight line as he was always scowling at the world gave him a typical boy next door look that could make any women crazy

Even up until now Santina still could not understand what had gotten to this friend of hers and why he thought about entering the seminary and become a priest.

Nothing about Mikael, not the way he looked nor the clothes he wore on the outside world indicated that he was a priest or was at least soon to be a priest.

But Mikael had this intensity in his eyes and seriousness about him that made him seemed older compared to his actual age of thirty-one.

Something that Santina found rather sexy.

But despite his picturesque appearance, only the keenest of the observers would be able to note that Mikael used to walk with an almost imperceptible limp.

Something that was caused by a permanent injury.

The only thing close to remembrance that he got in his years of service at the police department during his prime.

Mikael walked towards the corner of the room where the coffee maker was located and pour himself some coffee.

He then took his time to sip and savor his hot coffee but when the liquid touched the tip of his tongue and it reached his taste buds, he made a face.

"Pwe! This is bad. Could you even call this a coffee???? Are you kidding me???

Mikael momentarily lost his bearing and spoke a little louder than he expected.

Santina then pulled the mask beneath her chin and replied simply with a lopsided grin,

"Cross-cutting, Brother Khel."

Mikael put his cup down and focused at the other party instead.

He could not help but asked the other party out of concern when he noticed that she was lisping a little as she spoke

"How is that tooth???"

Upon hearing the mention of her tooth issue, Santina grimace.

"Don't talk to me about it."

Mikael's sultry yet manly laugh reverberated in the quiet room when he heard the other party's response.

Santina has an impacted tooth on the left side of her mouth that has been due for several months.

In fact, it has nearly rotten through by now.

Yet whenever the subject regarding the dental work came up, Santina would instantly turn from an open-minded and logical woman of science, into a fearful and petulant child.

One of the things that Mikael could not understand about Santina.

The other party had been very good at her job of dissecting dead bodies and performing autopsies on them and she could even do it with much ease.

Yet a simple tooth extraction was enough to send her cowering.

Weird indeed, if someone would ask Mikael about it.

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