"So, you're Kathleen Anne," Theresa held her phone, eyes gleaming. She was sitting sheepishly on a couch near her bed while the three surrounded her.

Tomoya sat on a table near the door, thinking in advance that the woman might escape.

"Yes, I am," Kathleen intoned and sat on the bed, facing her. "I think you've heard so much about me already, so I was thinking you might be able to help us about that."

Theresa's chin rose and her lips pooched. "Believe me or not, what I wrote in those articles are plainly based on my fantasies," her eyes shifted to Takumi, hoping he'd believe her.

Kathleen scoffed, crossing her arms. "And you expect me to buy that?" She moved closer towards Theresa. "Look! I saw you outside our coffee shop before the accident happen, looking all suspicious. Why were you there then?"

Theresa sighed. Just what she needed, being patronized by someone who's capable enough of making her confess is the least thing she could imagine.

She stared at Kathleen for a couple of seconds, noticing her droopy eyes and pale face. Kathleen looked at her all skeptical, but she tried her best not to falter her gaze.

"Will you start talking already?!"

Eight eyes shifted towards the door to where Scott stood with an obvious drained patience.

"Who invited you here?" Tomoya spoke in a delighted giggle.

"Shut up, Chinese boy!"

"I am Japanese, you racist jerk!" Tomoya sniffed in distain that Takumi had to stand in between.

"The door is open. Both of you can wait outside."

"That's mean," Tomoya let out a deep sigh and raised both hands. "But alright, as you wish."

He turned towards the door and tagged Scott along with him. Takumi was utterly surprised to watch both of them walking calmly.

"Can you talk now, please?" Kathleen broke the split-second silence.

Sighing between her short breaths, Theresa had been swiping the dusts on the floor with her feet. Her mind went blank and she had no idea what to say to the fair woman in front of her.

"Hmmm," she sighed. "What exactly do you want?"

"I want you to tell me everything you know about Samantha and don't even try convincing me to believe your fantasies."

Theresa ended up scratching her eyebrows.

"Again! Believe me or not, but that's the truth. Ever since I turned 8 years old, I've been having this dream about a woman, stuck in the other realm. She's been trying to communicate with me which led me here."

Kathleen's lips thinned, feeling a prick of guilt. It may sound unbelievable to her but everything is no longer making sense to begin with so, she ended up listening.

"I've been in Toronto my whole life and she's the one who made me come here in the Philippines."

"Why?" The only word which come out of Takumi's mouth.

"I'm not so certain. She's the one who made me wrote the article and you, guys, being here, has given me a little idea of what she might want to happen."

"And what is that?" Kathleen asked in a cautious tone which made Theresa smile slowly but made no direct response.

"If this is not so urgent, I suggest we could talk tomorrow. Night is the time for the devil to lurk and I believe you all already had the idea what we're dealing with?"

"Goddamnit!" Kathleen exclaimed, but she couldn't argue.

Takumi now stared at Theresa. His thoughts are nimbler than his speech and he had to nod to agree but Kathleen had already said, "I hope you keep your words."

She stood up and handed her business card.

"Call me tomorrow and make sure you do or I'll haunt you down."

Theresa looked at her business card, eyes narrowing with interest. She stood up as well and with the height of 5'7, she towered Kathleen with her being just 5'1.

Theresa is clearly trying to intimidate her but Kathleen didn't look amaze.

"Interesting." She said in a soft voice and extended her arm, obviously forcing her to take it. "I am expecting your full cooperation, Mary Theresa Mula."

Theresa sighed in defeat and took the card. "Fine. I'll be at your coffee shop tomorrow. I'll call when I get there."

Kathleen noted Theresa's tone of voice with no hesitation and vocal tremor. She feels like she can trust her words.

"Well then. I think we're all set for tonight."

"I believe so."

"Thank you for your time."

Kathleen nodded and made her way to the exit. Takumi, as a well-mannered man, bowed his head before following out.

* * *

The full moon, hanging in the odd starry night sky, turned brighter which fashioned the pastures into a peculiar topography of tarnished silver and spaces of partial illumination.

An absence of visible light was stretching behind every creature around the dim corners of the place which were silenced as two nocturnal critters landed on a fence, railing the obstinacy of buffalo.

Unable to stay still as the familiar creatures bounded over them, their aristocratic snorts echoed throughout the cold breeze.

"You're scaring the cows, geez!" The woman in white Victorian nightgown, intoned as she landed next to the man who's wearing a white medieval renaissance outfit.

Her, black as ebony, hair swayed through her waist as the cold wind brushed against her pale cheeks.

"Pardon me by stating the obvious, however, these ain't cows, my love," Rener, an archdemon, chuckled as he held the hand of his lover.

A thin smile curved on the fallen angel's lips as she moved closer to him.

"Do you think it will happen soon?" She whispered. Her voice went softer each word.

"We tried our best to stop it, but even the deities are not powerful enough to alter this world's cruel fate."

Lalyn heaved a deep sigh.

"I think this is as far as we can get."

"As we should," Rener nudged his nose. "However, what do you think will happen if-"

Lalyn placed a finger across his lips to cut him off. "We're no longer allowed to talk about that matter. We gave them choices, they were the once who chose which is which."

Rener carefully held her hand away. "But I think I'm at fault. If I only stopped the one who sees the future then maybe we're still able to change-" he cut himself off when Lalyn shot him a glare.

"Humans, gods, and dark creatures, lives in different worlds for a reason such as this, my love," she intoned.

Rener's lips folded in grimness. "How unfortunate."