Once again, you met John, the café was now filled with sweet laughs. The familiar tension of air was back through these years. As the two of you chatted, the conversation turned into deep serious. John's voice was above whisper, ensuring that only you could hear him. You refuse to believe his words. However, you can sense the sincereness on his eyes. He warned you in advance.   You returned home, although his advice still lingered in your mind. You attempt to shrug it off, thinking he's completely out of his mind since John was dealing with his mental issues ago and was now fully treated.

When Killian returned home, you immediately tried your best to look cool. Killian felt suspicious by your weird behavior but determined not to push you forward.   It's been days, but you still couldn't shake off of John's warning. The eagerness to find the truth was hunting you. Killian's been a good partner for you and you don't want to ruin your bond with him. Though at the same time, you want the fact.  

Later while he was away, you slipped into his study room. You were forbidden to go there by him, but your stubbornness won over. You rummage through the drawers, hoping to find something important. But there wasn't. Suddenly, you remember his vault, where you are not allowed to touch or go near it. You tried to open it but it's no use.   After a few trials, the vault finally opens. There was a folder filled with information, enough to satisfy you. But before you could touch anything, a click was heard behind you. You felt the cold steel press up against the back of your head.   “Try running away, and I won't hesitate to pull the trigger instantly.”   His grip on the glock tightened. Your gaze fell on the exit. There's a hint of plead on your eyes, but he's no mercy.   “How many times did I tell you not to overstep on my boundaries, you stubborn brat. How about I'll explain to you everything, nice... and slow, hm? I am Antonio Salvatore, the one who drowned your mother years ago.”