"What will happen to the Revenant Captain brought in?"

"All captured Revenants are sent to headquarters. They'll either end up dead or in jail."

"We send Revenants to jail?"

"Revenants have their own special jails. We can't just kill every Revenant we come across."

"Wait, hold up. The Captain threatened to kill me if I didn’t join."

"He's been desperate for a new recruit, so he scared you into joining. Frankly, we're way too understaffed."

I mean, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. Why would I want to go to jail instead of joining the PRF?

"We're understaffed, and instead of doing actual important shit, we're babysitting a fucking noble." Micheal clenches his fist.

The carriage stops.

Adrian and Micheal get out to the sight of a large gate blocking them from entering a huge area of land.

A white and golden manor with a regal design stands proud in the middle, looming over the gardens, water fountains, and carriages.

"The hell? Why ain’t this shit open?"

"Maybe they've put it on lockdown to protect themselves?"

"They’re fucking idiots then. These small-ass walls could never protect against a Revenant."

"What should we do? Scream for them to open the gate?"

"Fuck that, let's just jump it." Micheal crouches down before suddenly leaping into action like a spring. He soars into the skies and lands on the other side of the wall.

Damn, how the fuck did he do that? I can't do that. Adrian tries jumping, but it doesn’t even go half of Michael's jump.

Micheal pulls on a lever. The lever sets the iron gate into motion, opening and allowing entry to any bystander.

"You should do the talking," Micheal says as the two walk toward the manor.

Adrian walks up to the dark wooden door. He puts his fist out and knocks twice on the hard wood.

Heavy footsteps, getting louder and louder every second, cut through the silence.

The footsteps stop. "State your name and reason for being here."

"John Davis and Micheal Thatcher. We’re police officers sent here to protect the Viscount."

"Put your badge up to the eyehole."

Adrian reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out the star-shaped mediation that proves his identity. He holds it up to a small hole at the top of the door.

The door opens with a creak.

"Apologies, officers. We’ve been instructed to be on high alert."

"It’s fine," Adrian says to the servant, who towers over him with the stature of a professional boxer.

This guy’s clearly not a normal servant, probably a bodyguard or something.

"Please follow me; the Viscount’s this way." The hulking man takes charge and starts moving.

Adrian and Micheal follow slowly behind him. Adrian notices what seems to be the handle of a gun sticking out of the man's clothes.

"Hey, is he allowed to have that gun?" Adrian whispers to Michael.

"Nobles are allowed to have guns for protection. You should know that."

"Oh, I, uh, forgot."

Micheal raises his eyebrow and looks at Adrian with a disappointed face.

Adrian looks around the hallway to feign ignorance. Wooden doors adorned the walls, a red carpet was beneath their feet, and gas lamps lit up everything in sight.

At the end of the hallway was a huge room with wooden tables and chairs. Fancy decorations were spread around the room like paintings, candelabras, and plants.

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Is this a guest room? It seems perfectly fit to show off the owner's wealth.

A large stairway sat at the end of the room. The towering man started stepping up, and the two followed behind him.

The stairs led up to the second floor of the manor, fitted with even more doors.

The servant opened up a door. Behind it was what seemed to be someone’s living quarters. A desk and chair with a bookshelf sat next to them. On the wall were a gas lamp and a large painting. A man in a robe with white hair was sitting behind the desk, reading a book—the Viscount.

"My lord, these are the police officers sent for protection," the man says before leaving the room and closing the door.

The Viscount takes his head out of the book and says, "I assume you two are from the PRF?"

"Yes, my lord, John Davis and Micheal Thatcher," Adrian says while bowing. Micheal glares at the Viscount before bowing.

"The gun that fired was in good condition; it wouldn’t misfire. That’s why I requested protection. The manor’s been locked down; nobody has gotten in or out except you two. I would appreciate it if you could get rid of the threat as soon as possible."

"I’ll be handling your protection, my lord, while my partner here will investigate the threat," Micheal says, pointing toward the door with his head.

"I’ll be taking my leave, my lord." Adrian bows before leaving the room.

Outside the room, a teenage girl wearing a green regal dress with golden hair and a warm smile on her face waits.

The girl perks up the second Adrian comes into view.

"Are you an officer from the PRF?"

Who is she? I think I’ve seen her before somewhere. At the church, she was with the Viscount—maybe a daughter?

"Yes, Miss Claire, I am a PRF officer."

The girl’s smile gets brighter; she seems elated.

"Does that mean you’re a Revenant?" The girl looks at Adrian with an expectant and excited face.

"All officers of the PRF are Revenants, so yes, I am."

"What powers do you have? Can you show me?"

"I can create objects." Adrian puts his palm facing up and flows spirit energy into it, imagining a rose as red as blood.

His palm glows blue before spirit energy starts slowly flowing out of it, taking the shape of a rose starting from the stalk and ending with the bud. Adrian hands the rose to the lady.

"That’s amazing," The lady’s mouth is wide open. She’s stunned. She takes the rose from Adrian and starts examining it closely.

Whispers echo in Adrian’s mind—whispers he’s heard before. His head hurts like he has a terrible migraine, but the pain seems to have lessened from last time.

Adrian clutches his head in pain. It continues for 10 seconds before the pain lessens. Adrian collects himself and asks a question.

"Do you know where the body is, Miss Claire?"

No response—the girl is engrossed in examining the rose’s every nook and cranny.

"Uh, hello, Miss Claire, do you know where the body is?" Adrian says again, louder this time.

The girl came back to reality upon hearing Adrian’s voice.

"It’s in the study downstairs, officer."

"Thank you, Miss Claire." Adrian starts descending the stairway. The girl starts following closely behind him.

"Can you make everything?"

"No, I can only make simple and small objects."

"How would I become a Revenant?"

"Join the PRF, but you would need police training beforehand, Miss."

"Any way to be a Revenant without becoming a police officer?"

"No, Miss. Revenants that aren’t part of the PRF are considered threats to public safety, and they get taken to jail."

The girl wears a much more solemn look on her face.

Adrian reaches the hallway. "Where is the study?"

"That one." She points to the door to the right of Adrian.

"Miss, I would recommend not following me in here. If you have questions about Revenants, I need you to wait outside. I’ll answer as many as I can once I’m done investigating the body."

The girl’s face lights up back to happiness. She goes and sits in the guest room.

Phew!

Adrian sighs before opening the door to the study. The room was filled with bookshelves that reached for the second floor. A chair was placed for reading next to the fireplace. On the ground, there was a brown hunting rifle that seemed to have dropped from its place above the fireplace. The gun’s barrel was pointing toward the body of a man in servant clothes with a bullet wound in his chest. Blood stained the wooden floor and the bookshelves.

Adrian stepped further into the room to get a better look. The fireplace had no wood burning in it. A book, with its pages stained with blood, was dropped onto the floor. Adrian stepped closer and touched the body. He felt spiritual energy flow into his eyes, blurring his vision before fading into darkness. Then, suddenly, his vision came back—this time in the past.

The Viscount was sitting in front of the fireplace, reading a book. The gun hanging above the fireplace suddenly flies off. The gun fires while falling down. The bullet was headed in the Viscount’s direction, but it was stopped by a servant unknowingly stepping in front of it. The bullet tore through the man’s clothes and pierced his chest, killing him instantly.

The Viscount jumped out of his seat and shrieked in fear at the sound of the gunshot, then everything stopped. The vision was stuck in time.

I should get a better look at what happened with the gun.

Adrian rewinds the vision to the beginning and keeps his eyes locked on the gun hanging above the fireplace.

...

The gun suddenly jolts and falls down. In the middle of its descent, it inexplicably turns to face the Viscount and fires.

The Viscount would have died from the shot had it not been for the servant acting as a meat shield.

The gun turned in mid-air and fell down for no reason. A Revenant has to be involved in this. Someone probably wants the Viscount dead and paid a Revenant to do it. What doesn’t make sense is the servant being caught in the crossfire. Maybe I can find out more by examining him.

Adrian rewinds the scene yet again, this time paying attention to the study’s door.

The dead servant opens the door. He isn’t holding anything, and he doesn’t acknowledge the Viscount’s existence when he walks into the room. He moves like a mindless zombie going toward a human victim without a single thought in his head, his destination being the exact perfect spot to protect the Viscount.

This guy seems even odder than the gun defying physics. What type of servant barges into his master’s room without a purpose or without even acknowledging their lord’s existence? His movements look like he’s not even alive.

Ok, so a Revenant fired the gun remotely using their powers, intending to kill the Viscount, but it was stopped by either sheer luck or another Revenant protecting the Viscount. Overall, I don’t think I can gain much more from this vision.

Adrian touches the victim's body, and his vision turns to black.