Point of view: Jessica Jones Vilma
The investigation into Carlos García’s case is far from over.
Although Megan Johnson admitted to part of the truth and has been arrested, we all know she wasn’t the mastermind behind the murders.
That role still belongs to Mark Aquino, and he has continued eliminating witnesses—just as he did in Lisbon years ago.
Manila Central Hospital
Luis remained under observation following the attack at Megan’s apartment; while no vital organs were hit by the bullet, the wound was still severe.
Luisana Morales arrived in a rush, accompanied by María de Vera.
Upon seeing Luis in the hospital bed, her eyes welled up with tears.
“My son…” she whispered.
Christian Reyes tried to calm her down.
“He’ll recover. We arrived just in time.”
Luisana held Luis’s hand in silence—the first time she had done so since Loki’s death; she was clearly terrified.
Meanwhile, Ressell walked down one of the hospital corridors, trying to focus on the investigation.
But there was something she couldn’t get out of her mind: Jessica.
For the past few days, Jessica had seemed unsettled and nervous, as if she were hiding something.
Then, she overheard a conversation.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Gabriel asked teasingly.
Jessica nearly choked on the water she was drinking.
“What?”
“Just asking.”
Jessica gazed into the distance.
—Yes… someone important to me.— Ressell felt something strange—an unexpected sense of unease—and for some reason, he didn’t want to hear any more.
As for the memory of that night, Sara Medina revisited the events in Lisbon; images kept flashing back: the dance, the masks, the gunshot, Loki falling to the ground, and then… a video call.
An unfamiliar voice.
—You’ll survive the crime.
But the next victim is Bella.
Sara woke up with a start, gasping for breath.
She no longer had any doubts: someone had been watching Bella Isabel Chávez Reyes for years—long before she even realized it.
An unexpected visit.
Two days later, a black car arrived at the Jones-Villanova residence.
Jessica watched from the window.
—Are you expecting a visitor?— Linda shook her head.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
A young woman with dark hair appeared, accompanied by a tall, elegant young man.
Maria de Vera smiled.
—You’ve finally arrived.
Jessica frowned.
—Who are you?
The young woman smiled politely.
—My name is Ana María De Vera Ruiz.—
Jessica felt a slight shock.
The surname. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Another coincidence—or perhaps not.
Beside her, the young man extended his hand.
—Benjamin Lopez.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jessica shook his hand—”It’s a pleasure to meet you”—but something caught her attention; Benjamin seemed to be observing everything carefully, as if scrutinizing the house and the people living there.
During the meeting that afternoon, everyone gathered in the main room; Linda prepared coffee, freshly baked bread, and some snacks, while Jeremiah placed documents on the table.
“We need to talk.” The atmosphere instantly turned serious.
Christian Reyes opened a folder containing photographs, reports, and names.
“We’ve discovered connections between Lisbon, Manila, and South Korea.” Silence fell over the group; Mark Aquino hadn’t been working alone—he had at least eight accomplices.
A chill ran down Jessica’s spine.
“And what does that mean?”
Christian looked her straight in the eye.
“The organization is bigger than we thought.” Sara lowered her gaze.
Remembering the warning—Bella was in danger—and while everyone discussed new theories regarding the murders…
…no one noticed someone watching from outside the house, through the window: a motionless figure hidden in the shadows, holding a red mask and a black envelope bearing a single sentence:
«The party is about to begin.»
Point of view: Ressell Vargas Monteverde
Ressell’s jealousy, De Vera’s arrival at the house, the appearance of Bella and Ana María, and the mystery that continues to deepen.
The rain continued to pour over Manila.
Although Megan Johnson had been arrested and had confessed to some of her crimes, no one felt truly safe.
Because the real enemy was still at large.
Mark Aquino continued to keep secrets.
And with each passing day, more questions than answers arose; that morning, Luisana Morales officially announced that María de Vera would temporarily serve as school coordinator while investigations continued.
However, the news did nothing to calm anyone; the students remained fearful, rumors were spreading, and the killings seemed far from over.
I was trying to focus on the case reports when I overheard an unexpected conversation.
Jessica was talking to María de Vera.
“I have a close friend,” Jessica explained.
“Her name is Ana María De Vera Ruiz.” María smiled.
“I haven’t seen her in a long time.” Jessica looked down.
“She means a lot to me.” For some reason, that made me uncomfortable.
This had been happening to me often lately whenever Jessica was involved, and I didn’t want to admit why.
That same afternoon, Christian Reyes took us to the hospital to visit Luis.
His wounds were healing, but he was still under observation.
When we finished, María de Vera invited us to her home to meet and discuss matters related to the investigation.
Jeremias agreed.
Linda gave her consent, as did Jessica, of course.
I went along because I needed to continue the investigation—or at least, that was what I was trying to convince myself of.
De Vera’s residence was massive.
The gardens were impeccably manicured, and lights illuminated the main driveway.
A bodyguard opened the gates.
“They’re waiting for you.”
We stepped inside and were greeted by María with a friendly smile; the main room was set with coffee, freshly baked bread, and hot tea.
Everything seemed calm—almost too quiet—until I heard footsteps on the stairs.
I looked up.
And I saw two young women coming down together.
The first was Ana María De Vera Ruiz.
Dark hair.
A kind expression.
And a gentle smile.
The second one immediately caught my attention.
She was wearing black headphones and a leather jacket; she had dark blue dyed hair and was holding a glass of green tea with honey.
She seemed uninterested in everything—until she saw Jessica.
Her expression changed instantly.
“Jessica!” The young girl ran down the stairs; Jessica smiled for the first time all day, and they hugged each other tightly.
“I thought it would take you a while to get here,” Jessica said.
“I missed you, too.”
I watched the scene quietly.
That young girl seemed to know Jessica better than we did.
And that made me feel uncomfortable about being curious.
“This is Bella Chávez Reyes,” Ana María explained.
My heart skipped a beat; I recognized that name.
Loki had mentioned Bella before he died—rarely, but he had.
Bella watched me; her eyes seemed to be scrutinizing everything around her, just like Jessica’s—just like Loki’s.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said.
Bella nodded slightly.
“Likewise.”
Her tone was polite…
…but distant.
It was as if she was used to not trusting anyone.
While the adults were talking in the living room, Bella quietly approached Jessica.
They thought no one could hear them…
…but I was close by.
“Are strange things still happening at school?” Bella asked.
Jessica sighed.
“It’s getting worse every week.”
“And the situation just keeps going on.” They exchanged worried glances.
It was as if they were sharing information that no one else knew, and that reignited my suspicions.
That night, as the meeting was winding down, I received a notification on my phone.
An anonymous message—no sender, just a photo.
It was a photo taken from a distance, showing the De Vera residence; inside a red circle was a marked figure.
Below the image of Bella Chávez Reyes was a phrase.
—The next piece has arrived on the board.
A chill ran down my spine.
Because after everything that had happened…
I knew exactly what this meant: the killer had found Bella and was watching her.