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Now to find a hotel to check in to and meet up with Reimi tomorrow.

Another frisking. Hopefully, they don’t scan the bag.

I was getting patted while holding the bag.

“What’s in the bag?” They asked.

I explained that it was office papers. They believed me.

Walked away peacefully towards a taxi.

“Hotel, please.”

We passed a couple of hotels. I knew the driver was up to something. To avoid being lost, I slit his throat.

I went out of the taxi and walked to a nearby hotel.

Blood Star Hotel. A 3-star hotel. Should be good enough to avoid attention.

“Check-in.”

Morocco, huh. Hopefully, it isn’t crime-ridden.

Reimi should be halfway to Morocco by now.

Room 301. Base Suite. Floor 3.

I should put my bag down and sleep.

I still ask myself. “Why didn’t Uncle and Charlotte help Dad and Mom from the execution?”

They watched us Dad and Mom got their heads lopped off.

Charlotte is off the list. I don’t want to kill Uncle Von.

I slept after 5 minutes of thinking, I drifted off to sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

An alarm. Why did I set an alarm at 8 am?

I sat up the bed thinking about what I should do.

Birds chirping, and cars beeping. Now, this is Morocco. I think. Never been here anyways.

I should meet up with Reimi later, but first, I need to eat breakfast.

3 hours later.

We were supposed to meet at the bazaar around this time. Where in the world is she?

“Where in the world is she? You might be asking.”

“Took you long enough, Reimi,” I replied.

“Come, Reimi. We’re going to the ancestral house.”

We went and rented a car to drive to the house.

This is the first time we siblings ever drove together.

We talked about her job in Japan and the aftermath.

“Hey, Cole. Have you ever visited Sarah since then?” She asked.

I was silent. To be honest, I never had any intention to visit her anytime soon. I don’t know why. Probably because I was sad that my only friend died, or I didn’t want to meet her because of what we said at graduation.

In hindsight, it was a bad thing.

“I’ll visit her after this, Reimi.”

Time went on as usual. We were to arrive at the house by dusk.

“Do you remember Charlotte?” I asked. The whole trip was going to be quiet anyways.

2 kilometers later.

Reimi is fast asleep. The gas tank is almost empty, I should stop by a gas station.

I filled the tank from a nearby gas station.

“Hey, buddy. Nice friend.”

Great. I’m in broad daylight with an annoying person.

“Hey, you deaf?”

I gave him a stare. It was meant to intimidate him.

Didn’t work. Instead, I threw a knife between his eyes.

He fell down and died in front of me.

I threw his body at the back and drove off.

“Great job killing him,” Reimi said before yawning.

I smiled and pedaled to the metal.

2 hours later.

We were going through a side road on the way to the house.

“Reimi, we’re here. Let’s see what forefather has kept for us.”

We went up to the main door only to see there was no knobs.

“How do we open this, brother?”

I explained to her what Dad told me. Stab it 3 times.

So we did. The door opened after stabbing it.

The lights opened and we found some gifts from our ancestors.

Some blades and blunts for close combat. Small daggers probably for throwing. Reimi would love those.

Reimi took those daggers and I took some cleavers.

“Hey, Reimi. It’s the main hall.” I said with an excited look.

We opened the door and we saw what the forefather kept for us.

A scythe, a barbed rope, Sharp fishing hooks, and something that caught my eye; gloves with retractable sharp claws.

I took the gloves and rope, Reimi took the hooks and the daggers.

We stayed the night over cleaning the house and discovering what they kept for the future generations.

We found a photo album. It was filled with our ancestors. Both Mom’s side and Dad’s side.

It was all fun and dandy until we reach the end of it.

It was filled with the fate of each member.

Granddad was lynched in a plaza in 1957.

Great-Great Grandma was executed by being thrown into the ocean with cement-shoes.

What shocked us is that we saw is the photograph of Forefather.

He was executed via hanging in 1789.

Cameras weren’t invented till about 30 years later.

We also saw Dad and Mom. They were executed in 1990.

The house was so messy as if no one came here for about 50 years.

For their picture to be here means that someone took the photograph and came here without disturbing the house and its residents.

Reimi has been feeling as if our ancestors are with us in the house.

Our family has been filled with death and destruction.

My generation has no intention in stopping, we will leave it at the future ones.

“Let’s wreak havoc,” I said with a grin.

We went out and Reimi stood at the gate.

“Thanks for the gifts, ancestors.” She said with a proud smile.

I started the car and we drove off.

We were halfway to the city when we passed a police car on standby. Highway police.

We stopped nearby and took out some of the things we have.

Reimi wanted to let out some steam because of an accident during her Japan job.

“Stay. I’ll do this.” She said.

So I did. I sat down with the car running. Reimi walked to the car with a tommy gun at hand.

As I turned on the radio to listen to some tunes, Reimi started blasting the car.

Reimi walked away and jumped in the car.

We drove off listening to some music.

I dropped Reimi off at her apartment and I went to my hotel.

Since the hotel has a metal detector, I went at the back to go to my room.

When I was at my window, I heard people in my room.

I took a peek and it was some people who broke in with the master key.

They haven’t checked the closet. Yet.

I need to stop them from checking it. I knocked at the window to get their attention.

One of them checked it and I pulled them out and threw them off the stairs.

There are only 2 left and one of them is closing into the closet. I threw a fish hook at his head and pulled him away. The last guy came out of the bathroom and I stabbed him where he stood.

I disposed of the two by throwing them off the balcony.

“Hello, room service? Can you clean room 301. There is some spilled wine.”

I went to the rooftop to stargaze while room service is cleaning my room.

I took out my phone and called him.

“Uncle, tell me what you know.”