It was almost 6 p.m., and the sun was beginning to set. Jackeline stood in front of a small stream.

At that moment, a figure approached her. It was Mat.

“J-Jackeline, this…”

“Why did you come? I said I wanted to be alone.”

“It’s just… it’s time for dinner,” he replied.

“Oh, I see…” she responded.

She said nothing for a few seconds. Mat didn’t say a word either.

“Why did you kill him?”

“Huh?”

“Ah…” Mat realized who she was talking about.

“Why? You could have just knocked him out or something, like you did with me, but…”

“Do you even know what happened? Assuming we’re talking about the same person, he… Ugh… He killed my mother,” he replied.

“W-What?” Jackeline was shocked and confused by what he said. “But that’s…”

“It’s true…”

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Mat proceeded to tell her what had happened between him and Christopher. It was then that she found out his last name was Morrison and that he was a pastor at the Church of the Divine Covenant.

“But… Mathias, I believe you, but… it’s impossible,” she told him. “That doesn’t sound like him. He would never do such things or say such things…”

She said this because it sounded like something a stereotypical villain would say. Besides, she partly knew what had happened, but she’d only been told that Mat had killed him and that there had been a third-party death.

“In that case… what if Martin brainwashed him or something?”

“That can’t be true either!” she responded. “He would never do something like that to Mr. Morrison… or to anyone…”

“Huh? Y-You speak as if you know him and trust him…”

“Why wouldn’t I? He’s like an older brother to me. He even saved my life.”

“That’s…”

“It’s true.”

Jackeline proceeded to tell him. She told him about the moment when she first met Martin.

What she told him was basically a continuation of what she had already told earlier. Now I’ll tell you the same thing, but with more details… and leaving out some parts because it might be a bit disturbing.

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“Okay,” said Alaya.

“Okay…” said Eliah.

“Okay,” I said.

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She had just woken up. She was surrounded by the wreckage of the plane, deep in the Amazon jungle. It was still daytime.

She couldn’t see her mother anywhere. The only things she could see were… suitcases scattered around, pieces of the plane, some parts even on fire, and… corpses. Most of them were mangled.

Despite this, her body seemed to have no wounds. It was almost like a miracle in this situation.

“Ah… Ah…”

She was utterly terrified. She was crying.

“Mom! Dad!”

She called out for her parents, but they were no longer with her.

Despite this, she incredibly decided to check out the area, but… as soon as she did… she began screaming in desperation.

Without going into detail, she had found her brother.

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A couple of hours passed. It was now nighttime.

Jackeline had fainted. Despite this, even as a child, she knew there was nothing she could do anymore. She had also accepted her fate, which was the same as theirs.

She left the area, wandering aimlessly in the darkness.

She wandered for a couple of hours, encountering no wild animals, until she grew tired and started crying.

Then, out of nowhere, despite being in complete darkness, the girl became aware of the presence of something… or someone. There hadn’t been any noise at all.

What the girl saw was the silhouette of a man in the distance.

…After that, Jackeline fainted from exhaustion.

Several hours later, it was now daytime, and she was lying in a bed. It looked like she was in a hospital.

She still didn’t understand what was happening, but… she noticed that the person she had seen was now sitting beside her. He was a tall, muscular man… Well, without beating around the bush, it was Martin. He was crying.

“So, He… He really did what He told me,” Martin said to her. “Jackeline, it’s really you, and you’re okay.”

Jackeline was confused by his words. Martin kept crying.