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She could not understand how things fell apart.

But maybe it was for the best.

She should have known things would not go right at the Yagi household after encountering that filthy man at the door.

In any case, she was not going back there. It was a good thing to be disappointed after this visit. She knew in her heart that she had already taken a liking to Yagi from the moment they met. And it was not a good thing for her.

She never believed in love at first sight. She still did not.

But as a psychologist, she could not deny the idea that when two people met, a spark would ignite sometimes. The spark would die out without nurture or be extinguished through words and actions. And sometimes, that spark would turn into a roaring fire.

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If she continued on the same path, she would be burned.

If she were wise, she would have cut herself off from Yagi after she met him that first time in her office. She should have tamped out that flicker of attraction immediately.

Without the spark, she might have had a longing in her heart, and she might have wondered what could have been. But she would not be feeling the lump in her throat just because he was a little harsh with her.

The worst part was she understood the reason he jumped to conclusions and spoke coldly.

But she could not make her heart ok.

Emi drove home without stopping. Her home was in a different neighbourhood, but it was still quite close. The traffic flow was light, so she arrived without a hitch. She parked her car in the garage, sighing as she walked to her door.

When she entered the house, she felt like something was off. The door was locked as usual, and she could not find signs of anyone having entered the house. Naturally, she did not expect the housekeeper to come on a Saturday as per her agreement with her family.

Her eyes narrowed as she took off her shoes and wore fuzzy slippers. Maybe, she was just a little on edge because of what happened earlier. She was just being hypervigilant. It always took a while for her to get out of a funk after fighting.

She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV as usual. She expected to hear the usual sounds of the reality TV channel she was listening to before she left the house earlier. However, instead, she saw a horror movie flick playing.

It meant that someone was playing the movie and paused it before putting the TV to sleep.

A girl’s scream sounded through the house as the slasher movie continued, following the usual trope of the killer chasing his victim. Naturally, the girl being chased kept looking backwards and stumbling over her own feet.

Emi walked to the TV stand in the living room and lightly touched the back of the screen. The material was slightly warm, indicating someone had been indeed watching the TV just before she came into the house.

She did not turn off the movie.

Instead, she decided to find the culprit first. She checked the living room, the cloakroom and under the stairs for signs of life. No one was there. She moved to the kitchen and looked at the neat and clean surfaces.

Nothing seemed out of place until she saw that one of her kitchen knives was missing from her novelty holder. The little knife block was in the shape of a stone with an inscription on a plaque at the bottom. ‘One who pulls the sword from this stone shall be the King of the Kitchen’.

She smiled and took out a knife from the little rock like she was King Arthur holding the Excalibur. It was better to fight fire with fire. She looked around the kitchen and caught a little clue. The pantry door was a little open, probably because someone was watching her.

She walked to the pantry and kicked the door without warning, exposing a masked person. Well, it was more accurate to say the individual was shrouded. They wore the classic costume of the Ghostface killer from the old slasher movie, Scream.

Emi confirmed her thoughts about the intruder.

“What is your favourite scary movie, Little Emi?” The person asked.

Emi screamed and threw the knife to the ground. She turned and started running from the pantry. She looked back and saw the shrouded man walking towards her. She screamed again as she entered the living room before falling to the carpeted floor.

“How about we play a game, Little Emi? If you win, I might let you go.” The masked man loomed over her. “Who is your favourite family member?”

Emi paused for a moment. “I think it is definitely Sister Yasha.”

“You lose.” The man said. “Time to tickle.”

“No! No, no, no!” Emi screamed and rushed to crawl away before her feet were attacked. Even the mere threat of her feet being tickled was too scary. It was childhood trauma from being tormented by her older siblings. And they all still used her fear against her.

“Give the right answer.” The masked man asked again, still threatening.

“Big brother Inei is the best! He is the most handsome and powerful man in the world. He is not childish at all.” Emi declared.

The man removed the Ghostface mask, exposing a gorgeous face. And the word gorgeous was right because his features went beyond handsome. It was the kind of face that made one believe in the power of Helen of Troy.

“Who are you calling childish?” He asked.

“Unmask yourself again and say: I would have gotten away with my plan if it weren’t for you meddling kids.” She laughed heartily, almost forgetting about her earlier troubles.

Inei stretched his hand and pulled her up to stand up before hugging his sister. Even though she was all grown up, she was still their family’s baby. They all missed her, but they also wanted her to pursue her interests.

The short hug ended abruptly as Inei pushed Emi away and looked at her face.

“You have a light scent of blood.” He asked with dark eyes. “Have you been fighting?”

Emi froze with one thought in her mind.

Was her brother a bloodhound?