As a child, I looked up to my parents. They worked as investigators, tackling mysteries even authorities couldn’t get a grip on. With my mother’s daring, and my father’s intellect, my parents challenged even Judi Ka-So, Taireah’s greatest detective. When I grew up, I wanted to be like them.

You can imagine, when the news of my mother’s murder came, the foundation of my life fell. One of the two people I knew to be the greatest people in the world passed away. The second dropped into a puddle of despair. From a well-kept man mistakable to be the symbol of professionalism to a drunken appearance with wrinkles just as badly on his face as his clothes.

Needless to say, I never held a proper conversation with him since the news came. He never had the energy to spare, despite having dropped his level of investigation cases. His number of clients dropped, and the quality of the cases did too. Judi Ka-So remained as Taireah’s greatest detective.

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One night, I peeked at the case files my father kept in his office. With him passed out on the living room couch from a night of drinking, I freely flipped through the files. In his room, I found the last case my father and mother worked on together.

The case was never resolved. At the far back of the file, I read, “they killed her.”

Attached, I found the body of the one who took care of me as a baby, without the skin.

Five prime suspects. Ten people noted on. Six people were proven to be a part of the killing. All six of them, apparently, had connections to the Tairean High School. I recognized some of these names.

To finish what my mother and father started, I decided. I wanted to find answers to the death of my mother. No matter what it took, I’d get the culprits punished.