4. A Devil Is What He Is

"Liam, don't blame yourself, you couldn't do anything to stop it. Lea loved you, and she wouldn't want you blaming yourself over something that can't be helped. she would want you to be happy." Angelina pulled away from the hug to reassure her brother, then clutched onto him even tighter to show her love, understanding and support.

Liam's eyes darkened and an evil smirk appeared on that Gargamel face he bore. An average person would call him handsome, but all I saw was the face of the devil.

"'Lea would want you to be happy," she sais. How could I want such a devil, one that I suspect to have something to do with my death be happy?!" I mocked Angelina's oblivious statement. I couldn't stand the fact that Angelina was his sister. Why was the angel-like Angelina related to this bastard? He's not her brother, a ruthless rascal is what he is.

"You don't have to worry about me, Angelina. It will all be okay, I promise!" he reassured his sister as he withdrew from her hold.

"Something is bothering me. Do you know Kim? She won't stop pestering me about getting together with her after Lea died. I know she likes me and has been after me for years, but her asking me out now of all times is crossing the line." Liam confessed.

Angelina's face turned sour as she heard her brother's statement. Just as she was about to explode, there was a knock on the door. "Room Cleaning!" the person stated their business before coming in on their own accord.

"Oh, I'm t-terribly sorry for b-barging in all of a sudden. N-no one responded when I-I knocked so I assumed It was e-empty." The maid stuttered as she bowed and apologized.

"It's alright, we were just about to leave. You can clean in the meantime." Then she turned to Liam, grabbed his hand, and demanded, "You're coming with me."

Following the two would have been a good option, but why follow that pretentious guy when I could look through his things and gather evidence?

I looked around and tried to find something helpful for my investigation, and then I spotted it. His suitcase! There had to be something in there, I thought. I reached in to grab it, but an unexpected force wavering in thin air pulled the suitcase away from me.

It was the cleaner! She looked around intensely several times before opening it. She seized ahold of a shirt from the bag, put everything back in their rightful place, and she left the suite.

No words could describe the amount of confusion I had throughout the whole incident. Was she a pervert that went around stealing guest's shirts? Or was she plotting something against him and started with merely stealing his shirt?

I knew the second option was delusional but I was desperate at the time, so can you blame me? As a result, I chased after her, but what I found next was interesting and even more delusional.