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"Miss, we'll need you to go over with us what happened tonight," one of the detectives sitting in front of me asked.

"I'm detective Capella and this is detective Del Valle," the other detective said as she took out his notepad, "let's start from the beginning from when you entered the auction room."

Felon is Nicandro's father's twin brother.

The king's son. Royal blood.

He knew all along who felon was. He abandoned his son because he has one arm. My parent's death was just collateral damage to a part of felon's plan to get back at the king.

"Miss?" Detective Del Valle analysed me with his dark blue eyes, probably for any signs of guilt.

I took the glass of water on the table and swallowed two huge gulps of water, "I entered the auction room with Olivia."

Detective Capella started writing on her notepad and detective Del Valle nodded his head. "Olivia Espada?" He asked for clarification.

"Yes."

"Then what happened?"

"We went- no sorry, she went to get a number while I went to find a seat for us," my brain was still in a blur of what happened after.

"Why didn't you get a number?" Detective Del Valle questioned.

"Because that was my first time at an auction, and I didn't really know how it works." I answered.

Detective Del Valle eyed at me suspiciously for a second but continued asking the questions. "What object was auctioning when you found the seats?"

"The teapot set which Queen Aitana used." Detective Capella continued jotting down what I was saying.

"When did you hear the gunshots?"

"Right after the teapot set was sold to Olivia. Then a lot of masked men came into the auction room, shooting down all the guards in the room." I shivered in fear a little as I relieved the memories.

I can see that his face is turning into a darker shade of seriousness. "How many masked men were there?"

"About twenty. Then their leader came in afterwards."

"Felon." They said at the same time, making the connection.

Detective Del Valle cleared his throat. "What did felon do?"

"He... asked the king to come onto the stage. And when the king didn't listen to him, he shot a woman sitting at the front row." The glimpse of the woman's body falling onto the ground flashed in my head.

"Do you know who the woman was?"

"No."

Detective Del Valle nodded his head, a signal for me to continue.

I screwed my eyes shut for a moment to block out the image of what happened next before replying. "Felon then told everyone the reason he came here was to kill the king. And you both know what happened next."

The king had a son who no one knew about.

Even some of felon's men widened their eyes a little. That made sense; there's no way it would have stayed a secret if he didn't take the necessary precautions.

"H-how... t-that is not possible." Nicandro's father still looked completely dumbfounded.

Everyone stayed completely silent when all they wanted to do in the moment was ask a thousand questions but they didn't want to end up like women in the front row who were shot two times in the chest. Olivia's grip on me by my arm lessened a little as the shock has overwhelmed her more than fear did in that moment. I looked at Nicandro who was in shock as a normal person would be when they found out that they have an uncle whom they didn't know existed.

"Your 'wonderful' king is not so wonderful anymore, now is he? Abandoning his own child because he didn't want the next king of Spain to be born with one arm?" Felon spoke to the audience.

"Don't listen to him, he's a criminal!" The king raised his voice while still lying on the floor with blood dripping from his face.

Felon shook his head slowly, "Even during the last few minutes of being alive, you still refuse to admit that you're a shitty human being, your majesty. I've waited for this moment since I found out who I am and hated you my whole life for treating me like a piece of garbage that you simply threw out. Now everyone will know who you really are."

Without hesitation, felon shot the king twice in his abdomen area.

There were gasps all around the room as I jumped in my seat and Olivia buried her head into my shoulder. The royal family were still in their seats and I could clearly see tears rolling down their cheeks. Pascul hugged his mother tightly, Nicandro and his mother were holding on to each closely, Nicandro's father kneed on the ground, completely defeated.

The king was lying motionless on stage with a lot blood gushing out of his abdomen area, his face slowly draining of colour. Felon stared at him for a few seconds with his back facing me and put his mask back on.

"Let's go." Felon got down from the stage and started walking towards the exit with his men following suit behind him.

As soon as the footsteps can't be heard anymore, the room broke into chaos. A lot of people rushed onto the stage to tend to the king, his other son, prince Naldo took off his suit and pressed it onto the area where he was shot. Nicandro quickly went to help his father up and helped him to the nearest seat as he looked like he might pass out at any moment. Perez was hugging Pascul and another boy who I think is his brother closely as their parents were tending to the king. Then I didn't feel Olivia squeezing my arm so tightly anymore, I looked around and saw her crying into Miguel's chest. I saw a bunch of people crowding around the woman who was shot dead by the felon and the rest who're either crying or comforting the person who's crying.

"I can't stop the bleeding!"

"Someone call for help!"

"Get the first aid kit at the right corner of the room now!"

"Your majesty, stay awake!"

"I'm going to kill him for killing my fiancé!"

"He just shot her!"

"I thought I was going to die!"

"I think I'm having a panic attack..."

And then there's me... just standing there, not even frazzled by what just happened as this is normal for me; people dying.

My thoughts were cut off when I heard a loud scream. I turned to look at who screamed, Azul and Oliver both stumbled backwards as they stood at the door of the room. Thank god they are okay.

I got up from my seat and ran towards them.

"What the hell is hap-" Azul was cut off by my hug.

I didn't know why I hugged him, I just met him for the second time tonight. Maybe I just needed a hug after what I witnessed, I think everyone in this room does.

"Felon, he managed to get into the castle and shot the king twice, he's barely alive." I answered as I awkwardly pulled away from him.

"Wha..." Oliver tried to speak and found his voice a few seconds later, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, felon didn't hurt anyone else except a woman. He killed her."

"Oh my god." Azul pulled Oliver and I into a hug. I was relieved that he didn't find that hug awkward.

That's when I saw a guard lying motionless with a bullet hole in his head and immediately thought about Efren. Please don't be dead.

"I have to go, you guys check in on Nicandro." And I started running to the ballroom before any of them could reply back.

My feet started hurting so I took off my heels and continued running. On my way there, I saw two men running towards the auction room and one of them was carrying a medical briefcase. When I reached the ballroom, there was not a single person there, only dead security guards lying on the ground.

Felon must have released the paparazzi and news reporters so that the whole world would know of his attack on the king tonight. He even might have revealed he identity to them just so that it would be all over the news that the king had a son no one knew about, which is what he wanted all along; to strip the king of his dignity so what was left of his legacy is that he abandoned his own child which became a criminal.

My heart broke when I walked past about fifty guards, all of them lying motionless on the ground and not a single alive person anywhere. I didn't want to look at the bloodbath in front of me; the blood spatters on the wall and the puddles of blood on the floor.

I'm doing this if there's any chance Efren might be alive. I made my way up to the second floor, not making a single noise as I saw more dead bodies and praying that none of them are Efren.

That's when I heard someone coughing.

I quickly ran towards the sound on my bare foot and there was Efren, lying on the ground and coughing blood out. Most of the shirt underneath his suit is covered in blood and as I walked closer to him, I saw the bullet wound just below his left shoulder. I stood on the spot, unable to move for a few seconds and feeling the air being sucked from my lungs.

He's going to die, and I don't know how to save him.

I've only tended to minor cuts on the arm when Zari got cut by a knife as she upsetted one of the gangsters in my neighbourhood and when I sprained my knee no thanks to my clumsy self falling off the ladder. What I'm dealing with here is a bullet wound, one wrong move and serious damage could be done to Efren for life. I wanted to call for help, but I know better that mostly everyone else is in the auction room and nobody could hear me anyways.

"Get...the medical stuff from the medical room, all the way down the hall." He said weakly.

"Efren, I can't...I can't do this." I pulled out my hair hard.

"I'm dying already so might as well give it a shot, right?" He chuckled softly and then coughed out more blood.

I took a deep breath before running to the medical room and grab whatever looked like from movies where they used it to remove a bullet from someone which I have no idea what any of them are called. I quickly ran back to Efren and sat all the medical equipment downright next to him. I unbuttoned his shirt and grimaced when I saw the bullet wound. I've never seen a bullet wound in real life and will certainly try my best not to get shot in the future as it looks freaking painful.

I took the liquid bottle thing and poured it over the wound to clean it so it doesn't get infected, Efren yelled in response, "Ahh holy hell!"

"Sorry." I put the bottle back on the ground and use a wipe to clean the object which is used to extract the bullet.

"Be gentle, will you? This hurts like a bitch." Efren said it in the most casual tone he could given his condition.

I know he's trying to help calm my nerves from potentially permanently damaging one of his nerves, but my hands are trembling like crazy.

I sighed. I simply can't do it. "Efren, I-"

"Do you want me to die?" He cut me off.

"Of course not! And are you seriously using the guilt trap method on me right now?"

"Yes, I am. Now, I need you to take three deep breaths for me and then you'll extract the bullet out. Okay?" He said calmly.

How can he be calm? And I'm supposed to be the one calming him down, not the other way around.

"Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out." Efren whispered and I followed along his voice.

I put one hand on his bare chest; not trembling this time and another is only a few centimeters away from the bullet wound, "Okay, on three."