Walking down the street heading to work, Oliver walked wearing his overcoat while thinking.

‘A few days have passed since the police knocked on my door...’

He remembered that things were slowly getting back to normal, arriving at work and entering the building, he noticed that the constant movement was returning.

Many passed by him and others said good morning, little by little his co-workers forgot about the case with the police or just accepted that nothing else happened, so there was no longer any reason for them to suspect Oliver.

Soon he would go to his desk and sit down, turning on the computer while he thought.

'Since then, they haven't come to bother me anymore, and I haven't seen those vehicles passing by my house anymore.' When the computer started, he saw several folders and more folders with documents, most of which had already been separated correctly, with the exception of few that were still left, making him look relieved as he thought. ‘It took a while, but in the end doing it here and at home saved me some time and saw some interesting things.’

Oliver turned his eyes to the corner of his computer where there was an unnamed folder, which Oliver opened and showed some images and excerpts from reports that had caught his attention due to their strangeness.

Some reports showed weapons found in excavations, but many appeared to be just fake news and rumors.

The vast majority of them were sensationalist materials and even from other branches, but one had stood out and caught Oliver's attention, who opened an image showing a report that he had found the day before.

‘Man is found dead with a gunshot wound to his chest.’

Looking at the computer screen, Oliver saw the news that at first glance seemed simple and even lacked enough information.

However, soon the data from the report was shown and he thought.

‘I managed to take this home and look some more, but I couldn’t research it overnight.’

Oliver brought his hand to his mouth and gave a long yawn, feeling a little tired from having slept late, making him stretch as he thought.

‘Deciding not to draw any more attention from the police made me reduce my activities, but it’s been a few days since I left the house to beat up criminals. Maybe the relics want to warn me about this, but there’s nothing they can do.’

Right after yawning, he turned his eyes to the screen where he saw the report that revealed little information.

However, Oliver looked at the corners of the image and tried to find the source, quickly finding the person responsible for reporting.

He didn't waste time and looked up the company, realizing that it was a branch of where he worked, making access to information easier and after some time of research, he soon found it and looked surprised thinking.

‘This is a little different.’

On the branch website, the report was much more detailed and its title was.

‘People dead with a bullet in the heart.’

Even though the information hadn't changed completely, in the end he held his hand to his mouth as he thought.

‘So it’s not a single victim, if there are several victims and all killed with a single shot, there is a pattern there.’

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Oliver quickly looked through the report and found more information that caught his attention, making him underline it so he could return to the report later.

Again he read and reread the material that showed victims all found dead with a single bullet in their hearts, no signs of aggression, just the bullets.

He squinted his eyes as he continued reading.

‘The autopsy reveals through the bullets that they were all victims of the same weapon, which is a simple pistol, but which has long been out of circulation. Model below...’

When he scrolled down, Oliver saw the supposed model of the weapon that had been used in the crime.

Even the images of the possible weapon looked old and Oliver could compare.

Even with his amateur eyes regarding firearms, he could confirm that it was not from his time, even due to its technology.

A one-handed weapon, but its size still filled and escaped his hand, making him look down the barrel of the weapon while he squinted his eyes in intrigue.

‘To use this, he must have precision bordering on the absurd, there is no apparent reason for him to use this weapon. All the victims were very different from each other, which makes me think that...'

His thoughts were interrupted when he raised his head and saw that the movement gradually became greater, making him pull a flash drive from his backpack and put it in the computer while he went back to doing his work.

In the background, he transferred images and prints from the website in case the website disappeared or even couldn't be viewed without being on the company's computer.

Time passed and Oliver ended his workday, once again heading to the subway and heading to college while he thought.

‘I still have some time until night class, so I might as well find something.’

Entering the vehicle, he saw several people looking at the window or at their cell phones.

As it was always crowded and there was no space for him to sit, such a sight was common and soon he would go to the corner of the subway, clinging to a bar on the ceiling while he thought.

'If that weapon is a relic, it is much easier to carry and hide, being the complete opposite of my bow. Besides the fact that his gun is flashy, I don’t think anyone would be crazy enough to film a guy with a gun.’

He held his hand to his chin as he had memories of the report in his mind.

‘Still there wasn’t even any camera footage, so maybe he found a way or the report couldn’t access the footage.’

Oliver raised his head and saw the vehicle moving, with the images in the window passing faster and faster.

'Maybe he has clothing relics just like me, but because I don't have information, it will be much more difficult for me to find him. That is if he hasn’t already found me.’

After some time on the subway, he arrived at the college entrance and went straight to the cafeteria while biting into a sandwich that would be his dinner while rambling.

‘Anyway, I need to be careful, I feel like I may have found a relic, but still in a bad situation.’

As he chewed his sandwich, he looked at his surroundings and noticed that the atmosphere at the college seemed to have returned to normal.

Few people still paid attention to him and kept their distance, but the vast majority returned to normal and just ignored Oliver while they talked to their own friends, making him smile while he thought.

‘I don’t know whether to be grateful or sorry that my sociability is rubbish. But it's better this way, I think I can start acting again soon.'

Soon he walked up the stairs calmly with his hands in his pockets after finishing his snack, however, as soon as he reached the top, a strange sensation made him stop walking for a brief moment.

'There is something wrong.'

Still with his hands in his pockets, he raised his face slightly and felt a strangeness in the environment, as if it were too silent.

In the background there was still the noise of the cafeteria, but the floor he was on was paralyzing the silence while an itch on the back of his neck made him feel like he was being watched even from afar.

So as not to generate suspicion, he started walking again and headed towards his classroom.

He would soon enter and go to his desk, positioning his notebook as usual and then starting it, noticing that even the classroom seemed to have returned to normal.

In the last few days, when he had entered, everyone was tense and silent, but now the conversation continued while the teacher did not get up to start the class.

However, he squinted his eyes as he rested his elbow on the table and thought.

‘I’m still feeling it.’

Even inside the classroom, after climbing more stairs and entering the room, he still had the feeling that he was being watched by someone.

The police had reduced their stakes at Oliver's house, but he knew that this unpleasant feeling and strangeness was not conveyed by a police officer.

‘It’s been in the hallway, maybe before and I didn’t notice.

His mind reminded him of the day he had received his relics and that feeling brought back memories of the swordsmen's attack.

It was as if he felt the entire environment was cooler and less noisy, making him think with a serious look forward as he opened and closed his index, thumb and middle finger at the same time under the table, leaning his body towards the table forward.

‘I’m being watched.’