“The Wrong Shadow” Chapter 3 Update

Tsuyoshi was about to open the door to his house, a familiar voice echoed behind him. The detective was startled. He slowly turned his head, his eyes meeting those of Ren Johnson, one of the officers of his former team, his future son-in-law. Surprise flashed across Tsuyoshi's pale face, mixed with a hint of wariness. "Tsuyoshi, I need to talk to you," Ren whispered in a concerned tone. "Let's talk inside," Tsuyoshi said pulling out the rusty iron key from his jacket to open the door to his abode. "You know, I haven't seen you since you disappeared because of the last case. But I see you're recovering.... well, I guess that's not true," Ren said. The two men entered the house, plunging into the gloom of the foyer. The air became thick, charged with palpable tension. Tsuyoshi watched Ren intently, his gaze sharp and penetrating. An awkward silence lingered for a few moments, enveloping the room in a heavy, mystery-laden atmosphere. Tsuyoshi could feel the air become thick around him, as if something sinister was looming. Ren, with an inscrutable look, finally broke the thread of uncertainty that enveloped them.

Author Tear Sonyeon

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Hotel K: Episode 3 " The Wrong Shadow"

"Sorry about the mess," Tsuyoshi said as he picked up a couple of bottles from the floor and removed some papers from his desk. "Please take a seat by the fireplace," he said in an appeasing tone, pointing to the corner lit by the dancing flames.

Ren obeyed and sat down, though his gaze lingered full of distrust and concern. "I'm talking to you, Tsuyoshi. I need you to answer me. I can't believe you still want to come back to this after what the last case did to you. My sister has been distraught over you, don't make her suffer again. Remember, you're marrying her soon, aren't you, you're still planning to marry her?"

Tsuyoshi, with a guilt-laden expression, sank down on the sofa in front of Ren. Ren's gaze was intense, waiting for a clear and sincere answer.

Tsuyoshi, with a guilt-laden expression, sank down on the couch in front of Ren. Ren's gaze was intense, waiting for a clear and sincere answer.

"Don't ruin this family's reputation even more, do what you have to do, but make sure you come back," Ren said in an annoyed tone. The London reputation was more valuable than any jewelry.

"Is there anything else you want to say, Ren?" said Tsuyoshi, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames of the fireplace.

Ren hesitated for a moment, his face reflecting a mixture of frustration and concern. "Nothing important," he finally replied, rising from his seat.

Tsuyoshi nodded silently, understanding the implications behind Ren's words. Reputation was a mainstay in post-Victorian society, and his last case had left a stain on his prestige. Though he still held his own in the upper class, Ren took his leave and departed just as he had arrived. With the heaviness of silence filling the room, Tsuyoshi found himself alone with his thoughts.

Drowned in his thoughts, the bell on the door where the letters were being brought in rang. A pale, crumpled envelope fell to the floor. With slow steps, Tsuyoshi approached in that silent night. He took the envelope and pulled out a letter, pale just like the envelope, but this time it had blood stains on it.

"Mr. Aldegrezter... sorry if my letters disturb you and if I disturb you [...] Please do not tell anyone about this note [...] I beg you to come [...] I have no more time [...] This will be my last letter [...] I will not disturb you anymore. Burn this letter when you read it.

Again, no author or note, the handwriting barely visible as if written in haste. The letter ended without a signer, there were parts where the handwriting was barely legible. The ink was no longer the same. A fear flooded her being, "What will happen if I go?" she pondered every moment. That night he tried to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, the words of that letter echoed in his mind.

Just at dawn, after that sleepless night, Aldegrezter got up determined. The cold air in the room seemed charged with a strange energy, enveloping him in an aura of suspense and fear. He knew he had to take action, that he had to discover the truth behind that enigmatic letter that had disturbed him to the depths of his being.

With trembling hands, Aldegrezter began to prepare a suitcase, feeling each garment he placed in it become a constant reminder of the dangerous mission he was about to undertake. The rustle of fabric as he closed the suitcase seemed to echo in the room, like an ominous echo of what was to come.

As he put the garments away, his mind filled with questions and possible terrifying scenarios. What would he find when he arrived? Had he put his life at risk by accepting this challenge? The shadow of uncertainty loomed over him, threatening to consume his courage.

Once he had finished packing, he paused for a moment and surveyed his home, now plunged in menacing gloom. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined the horrors that might await him on the road ahead. However, his determination was unwavering and his thirst for answers overcame any fear he might feel.

The journey to the truth was about to begin, and with each step, suspense and fear intertwined in a disturbing dance. Aldegrezter clung to his courage, knowing that only by overcoming fear could he unravel the dark secrets that awaited his arrival.

As he stepped out onto the street, a dense fog enveloped the scene, creating a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere. In the midst of the mist, an old passerby, hunched over and leaning on a cane glittering with jewels, walked slowly. His figure seemed to merge with the shadows, and his tired eyes reflected the burden of years lived.

"Good morning, Mr. Aldegrezter," the old man pronounced in a raspy voice with a sinister hint in his smile. "It seems well if I walk with you," he added, extending his arm as an irresistible invitation.

"Sure, I don't see why not. I appreciate your invitation," Tsuyoshi replied, approaching the old man with his suitcase and cane in hand.

"It's been a while since I've seen you leave your house, it seemed odd since the servants were dismissed," the old man mentioned with a piercing look. His eyes seemed to scan Tsuyoshi's soul, unearthing hidden secrets and fears.

Cautiously, Tsuyoshi replied, "Yes, thank you for noticing. I'm heading to King's Cross Train Station for a little trip."

The elderly aristocrat nodded solemnly, adjusting his hat and revealing an enigmatic look. "Sounds very good to me," he murmured. "After all, men like us should enjoy our lives," he added in an enigmatic tone.

As they made their way through the silent streets, the old man struck up a curious conversation. His words seemed to possess a deep, hidden knowledge about Tsuyoshi's life. Luckily, the station was no more than a few minutes away from their position.