The point of view: Luis Vargas Morales and Ressell Vargas Monteverde
Sophia Wilson’s death completely changed the atmosphere at De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde.
The students’ smiles were no longer the same.
The hallways were quieter.
And it seemed as though security cameras were monitoring everything more closely.
But for Ressell and me, this was no longer just a simple school tragedy.
It had become a pattern.
Just like how it started with Loki Vargas.
I looked at my brother’s photograph on the student council desk.
Loki was always smiling, as if he understood the world better than the rest of us.
Perhaps he did.
Because before he died, he had discovered something that no one was supposed to know.
“Sophia’s death wasn’t a coincidence,” Ressell said, examining the documents.
“I know.” Ressell slowly adjusted his glasses.
“The killer is repeating the same story.”
I looked at the open file in front of him.
«Ji-Seung Taylor Choi Parker.»
An unsolved case.
Seventeen years ago.
Disappearances.
Covert investigations.
Symbols.
And silence.
Now… it was all happening again.
The council door slowly opened.
Angelica Ramos, a student messenger, entered nervously.
“They found this in Sophia’s locker.” She handed us a black envelope.
Ressell carefully opened it.
Inside was a photograph from the Lisbon Masquerade Ball.
On the back, a phrase was written in red ink:
—Masks are never forgotten.
My breath hitched.
That phrase… was the very same thing Loki said before he died.
Everything was connecting too quickly. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Sophia.
Loki.
Ji-Seung.
The same symbol.
The same organization.
And Jessica…
I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
Because whenever a new clue surfaced, she reacted as if she already knew about it.
As if she had been connected to it from the very beginning.
And that worried me more than I cared to admit.
Eventually, Luis and I officially launched an investigation within the school.
We were assisted by:
Haruki Tanaka, an expert hacker
Gabriel Flores, an information broker
María López, the council secretary
Carla Mendoza, an expert on old archives
Miguel Bautista and Paolo García, internal security—even some teachers seemed nervous.
Especially:
Marina Villanova, who quietly observed our investigations… and whose expression changed whenever we mentioned Mark Aquino.
But the investigation wasn’t the only problem.
There was also Jessica.
Mia Thomas, a candidate for student council president, began attacking her publicly.
“That woman appeared right when the killings started,” she said in front of a group of students.
“Doesn’t that seem suspicious to you?”
The rumors were growing.
And for the first time…
Jessica stopped being invisible.
I found her alone in the library, wearing headphones, staring into the distance, pretending she wasn’t really there.
“We need to talk,” I said.
Jessica looked up.
“Are you still going to suspect me?”
Silence.
For the first time, I wasn’t sure of the answer.
“Sophia experienced this before she died,” I said, showing her the photograph from the dance.
That was enough.
“Where did you find this?” she asked.
“In her locker.”
Jessica took a slow breath.
And then she said:
“Loki told me about a letter before he died.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“What letter?”
She hesitated.
As if she were gauging how much she could trust me.
Before she could answer…
Luis appeared.
“Ressell… you need to see this.”
File storage room.
The place was hidden, old, and covered in dust.
Carla Mendoza was already there.
She had found a box behind a false wall.
Luis slowly opened it.
Inside:
Old photographs and files of students who had gone missing seventeen years ago.
And among them…
Ji-Seung Taylor Choi Parker.
But that wasn’t the worst part; there was a letter, carefully folded and stained with dried blood.
I found it hard to breathe—I recognized the handwriting instantly.
Loki.
Luis opened the letter in total silence.
«If they find this letter, I’ll likely be dead by then.
The killer isn’t acting alone.
There are people inside the school helping him.
Trust only those who can see the clues behind the masks.»
Below, a name was hastily scrawled:
J.T.C.P.
Jessica looked at it, and her expression shifted.
Ji-Seung Taylor Choi Parker…
A heavy silence fell, for in that moment, we realized something:
Loki didn’t just die; he left behind a map, and we… we had just entered the both games.