PRESENT DAY --

AMERICA

Indianapolis, East 34th St / Sutherland Avenue

The Firdèlyand Apartments, Block B

FLOOR 21, ROOM 10 -- ROOM 12

19:00 PM / 7:00, Friday, May 2nd

THE UNITED KINGDOM

ENGLAND

Vixen Avenue

Suffolk, Kesgrave

Somewhere Near Legion Green, Loyale Lane, Kesgrave, Ipswich, IP5 1NN

03:05 AM, Wednesday, April 6th, 2016

Rohan Slick. That's my name. As for where I was on the First of July last year? I was mining some Oxydenium Ore. Inside The Acquired Vehemence Mines, for short; A.V.M.

I saw Demmarld Nen Smart enter the courtroom and tap his cane three times to signal his introduction. "All those present please rise. Remain standing for the duration of the defendant's first testimony. Thank you."

"First victim of the attack. Millage Kram. Please step forth. Begin relaying your own version of events, and let's see where the evening takes us."

"Okay. Well, that day, at around 9:30 AM, I had managed to procure some primary evidence of the blackmailing schemes. All plans and procedures had been carefully detailed -- blueprints and maps that were very meticulously planted, scheduled and ordered -- with the intent for the very last two actions to inevitably lead to my sister's downfall. My two daughters had previously selected two prime examples of forgery. These items were later handed to the officers that had been stationed seven blocks down the road."

"Could you please tell me more about that night -- such as the suspect's personality? What about his family? His abilities? Appearance?"

To start off I'd like to announce this; I know the name of the Kore-King Killer. But to arrive near that point, we have to go way back... the birth of my husband's stepsister... And how she gained immortality without gaining vampirism."

France, 1347

Place Boivin, Saint-Etienne

Monday, February 28

1:13 AM

" Bonjour, ma chérie. Je n'ai pas pu dormir la nuit dernière. Je était resté éveillé. J'avais peur d'une embuscade."

"Ne faites pas attention à ça. Maintenant, nous devons commencer le rituel du sacrifice. Ensuite, nous pourrons nous adapter à la deuxième étape. C'est l'heure de la position hypnotique. Ça devrait t'aider à t'entraîner au Chi psychique."

"Où est l'enfant ? Toujours dans ton ventre?"

"Oui, Grashi, la fille est vivante. Mon estomac est presque rempli de sérum imprégnant."

"Très bien, alors. Il est temps de l'ouvrir."

"Aïe! Ça me pique la peau! ARRÊTE DE ME FAIRE DU MAL. S'IL VOUS PLAÎT. ARGH."

"ARRÊTE DE CRIER. ILS NOUS ENTENDRONT. CETTE NAISSANCE SE VOULAIT DISCRÈTE. CACHÉ AUX YEUX DE L'ORDRE."

Nine Minutes Later

"Enfin, c'est fini... merci Seigneur!"

"Eh bien? Vous voulez donner un nom à votre enfant?"

"Oui... Je vais l'appeler...."

"Quoi, ma chérie? Quel nom pour votre beau bébé?"

"A partir d'aujourd'hui, que ma reine soit connue sous le nom d'Arabia."

"Arabia. Ça a l'air délicieux. Et son nom de famille?"

"Son nom de famille ? Eh bien... Quintellwood. Quin pour quintuplet, c'est la cinquième. Prévenez ensuite pour information ou relais. Et du bois. Du bois pour sa gloire naturelle, ses feuilles qui soufflent dans la brise."

"Arabia Quintellwood."

"That was her name."

"Well, Kram, thank you for your preliminary testimony. All those standing, please be seated."

"And so it begins."

"Hey man. What's up?"

"Aahh, Samuel. Wassup?"

"Not much Hacker. What about you?"

"I'm busting mah own shots. I ain't afraid to tear up this whole block if I have to. Gonna find the adolescent freak."

"Which one? There are three of them."

"Aahh, we can forget about Manuel for now. And Arabia Wood is off limits. The Boss told me so himself. Nah, for now, let's take out the martial arts master."

"Well you'll have to be quick, buddy. Charlie's gonna move faster than a bullet."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Sam. Who needs guns to kill the boy when you have his family members?"

"What are you thinking about doing?"

"Naahh, I've already done that shit."

"DONE WHAT?! TELL ME NOW!!" The resounding echo of a torso colliding into concrete ripped through the alleyway.

A sadistic twist of the corner of Hacker's lip, now growing wider, was cut off prematurely by his own declaration of war.

"Paid him."

"Who did you pay, buddy? Please?"

"Markus. I paid Markus Fell."

"How much?"

"As much as Harrań gave me. And let me tell you... ahahahaha -- the payment was not voluntary."