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He rested his head against the window, watching the passing trees as the train neared its destination. Eight years. Eight long years and he still remembered the face – the face of a boy who would never forgive him. The face of a boy he wasn’t sure was even alive anymore. Handling child abuse cases wasn’t really Victor’s call. It was just his cover. But that case, that infuriating case, was so… He couldn’t let it go. His unsolved mystery: The case of Giovanni Green. *** It was late at night. He lay awake, blankly staring at the ceiling as he assessed the situation. Why did Cherry avoid him?  James crinkled his nose, furrowing his brows. She never avoided people. Not him. Tim sat up on his bed, yawning and stretching lazily as he shot a glance at the digital alarm clock sitting on his bedside table. He had been preoccupied with his book for at least an hour. He rubbed his eyes, turning to James, “Don’t you think it’s time to call it a night?” James turned his head towards him, “Perh...

He pulled the ski mask over his face and turned to her as she donned her own black mask. “Ready?” his voice was muffled. She nodded, her eyes locked on the building in front of her, “Ready.” *** It didn’t take a genius to plan a heist. But did it take a genius to execute one? These were the thoughts that ran through Flame’s mind as he scrambled to unlock the door with Scarlet’s hairpin. Or did it take luck? Maxwell Banker happened to be on night patrol outside the station. Scarlet had somehow managed to render the officers who were at the station unconscious. And Gio successfully disabled every security measure that could threaten their mission, even the lights. It was surprisingly going according to plan. Click. The door swung open and he answered his own question, “So it takes luck.” His eyes widened at the sight of tall cabinets, each and every one of them filled with files. “That’s…” Scarlet muttered, following him as they stepped further into the room. “That’s a lot of files.” ...

Cherry looked over at Silver’s bed. Where had she gone? She sat up and stretched arms, letting out a weary yawn. She’d been curled up in bed all morning after breakfast, scribbling away in her sketchbook. It had been a while since she’d found time to draw. She glanced at the clock. 12pm. Time for a snack break. Just as she swung her legs over the edge of her bed, as if on cue, she heard loud thumping out in the hallway. Someone sure was in a hurry. The door burst open, revealing a flushed Silver – excitement, anxiety and impatience flooding her face. “I found it, Cher! I found it!” Cherry tilted her head in confusion. Found it? Then, she realised. She must’ve found something related to her case. “Well, what is it, Sil?” *** “Steal it?!” Chloe exclaimed – her voice loud enough to turn the heads of the four girls nearby towards them. “Shut up, Chloe!” Flame hissed loudly. “If you so much as say another word, I will stitch your mouth shut.” He glared at her as she clasped her hands over h...