"Not lost but found"

While waiting for the Queenswomen to arrive as soon as they can, Charlotte is in her private bedroom and she's looking at something that she misses the most in her life.

A picture of her complete family.

She reminisces the times when they were still children, living a little house yet happy, full, and complete.

Growing up, she looked up to Risa, her big sister, with the highest regard because she knew better for all of them. Though, she might say Risa is a woman of seriousness, authority, and leadership, but she never ordered them as she pleases. She never acted like she had a grasp on all them because Risa is an impartial and respectable woman. A big sister that treats them fairly, cares for them equally loves them unconditionally. What Charlotte fears most is falling on the bad side of Risa, not because she has experienced it, but she hasn't seen it yet, the unknown side of her sister, Risa.

With Daffodil, playful, extroverted just like her, sharp-witted, charming and persuasive in her own way, Charlotte didn't like Daffodil's manipulative tendencies. Daffodil is as manipulative and sly as snake and obsessed with the attention of people. Daffodil is her own rival when it comes to their parent's love and affection. Even now, they love and care for each other, but the fire of rivalry has not yet faded between them. Daffodil and Risa are the other pair sisters, not because they are close like Charlotte and Tristana, but because they share with the same aligned goals, dreams and desires in life.

And her much closer sister, Tristana, was the least favorite of their parents growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming what she is as of now, a respectable, renowned and successful businesswoman. With a much more closer and deeper connection between them, Charlotte knows Tristana is a woman of secrets. She's secretive, mysterious and doesn't like to open things up even to her. Sometimes, she can't help but feel anxious towards Tristana, fearing she might find out something grim, despicable and unforgivable things about her sister, Tristana.

"Your Majesty, you called for us?"

Charlotte heard the three women's voice in unison while she was looking at her family's picture.

She turned around and saw Hera, Rakshesha, and Valkyrie bowed down in with their one knee on the ground.

"Yes, I have something to discuss with the three of you." Charlotte said with majestic and calm voice.

"This discussion shall never be shared outside this room. It will stay in this room."

"Only in this room."

"Understood?" Charlotte ordered with an authoritative on her voice.

"Yes, your Majesty." The three Queenswomen answered humbly in unison

"You may rise now." Charlotte ordered them with a graceful hand gesture.

Hera, Rakshesha and Valkyrie all stood up as they were ordered.

"Now, I want to know everything about Izanami."

Back in Tokyo, Japan., morning calmy rises with birds chirping and the breeze is slightly colder than usual. It might be the aftereffect of violent, raging thunderstorm last night.

I woke up to the sound of my phone chiming repeatedly..

Someone's calling.

It was my buddy Shinji repeatedly calling, but I kept rejecting it because I didn't want to be disturbed first thing in the morning.

Shinji didn't stop calling.

Deeply annoyed, I aggressively answered his call to get it over with.

"What!?" I yelled into the phone.

"Hey, I've got something to tell you!!" Shinji said loudly over the phone.

"I kept on calling, bro but you kept on rejecting it!" Shinji added.

"I was sleeping, you piece of shit!" I infuriatingly said.

"Well good, you're awake now because I'm already near your house." Shinji said while rushing into my house.

"Tsk!" I then abruptly ended the phone call.

Still feeling a bit sleepy, I closed my eyes and feel the bed once more.

Moments later, my eyes swiftly opened to the sound of restless footsteps outside the house, thanks to my enhanced hearing.

It's Shinji.

"Senpai!"

"Senpai!"

He's already inside the house.

I rose from my bed and hurriedly went to the bathroom for a quick wash..

As soon as I was done, I saw Shinji in the kitchen. He was in deep thought and looked so down. The first thing that popped into my mind is Akane.

"Shinji?" I announced my presence.

He didn't immediately respond.

I approached him and tapped his shoulder.

"Shinji!"

He was taken aback and hurriedly composed himself.

"Senpai! Yes, sorry." He apologized.

"Is this about Akane-chan?" I hurriedly asked.

I went to the coffee machine and made myself some coffee.

"Want a coffee?" I offered.

Shinji shook his head.

"This isn't about Akane-chan, senpai I assure you." Shinji reassured.

"It's about our old high school classmate, Nakamura-san."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What abour her?" I asked, confused.

"She was found on the outskirts of Tokyo last night, senpai."

"And..." Shinji was about to cry.

"She was found dead?" I continued.

Shinji slowly nodded, his eyes teary.

"How the fuck...? I expressed my bewilderment.

"Don't know." Shinji groaned.

Honestly, I don't know how to react or feel when someone I knew died unexpectedly. But since I knew Nakamura for years, the only feeling I accurately feel right now is the feeling of revenge.

The feeling that I should kill Nakamura's murderer in cold blood.

Cause I fucking despise scums who target young innocent women at night.