IDENTITY: The Dark Story
Prologues

The scene was tragic and the rain fell at the same time, the sound of rain moans was not heard anymore but the sound of hot tin rain that befell the people.

The crying, fear and anger that became one in a very loud shout every mouth, the buildings that used to be known as houses have now been destroyed in flames so that only the skeleton can be recognized.

A girl lying on the wet ground her graceful face wet from the moans of the rain the girl opened her weak mouth, raindrops soaked her dry throat and it turned out to taste very sweet. The taste that he always craved has now been destroyed is not left.

A shot wound on his left chest, his blood seeping into a small puddle under his body. This was clearly a very fatal wound a hot lead pierced through his lungs.

"Sarinande~..."

This gloomy situation, somehow this girl suddenly sang one of the traditional songs.

"Why do weeping~...your eyes are swollen..."

The smell in the air had mixed with the smell of mud, ash and the most pungent smell of some of the flowers that had burned. This girl remembered the smell.

"Oh mama~..., ouch papa..."

This is the smell of jasmine, the smell is very distinctive.

"Well... smoke fire~into the eyes..."

He remembered what his mother said, that she was like a little jasmine, fragrant, and, clean and white which signifies purity, it is no wonder why parents always bathe their daughters with jasmine on their wedding day so that they like jasmine.

"...Siti...Ivan..."

He had wanted to take his death for granted, but he remembered that his younger siblings could not die now that they still needed his presence. The girl suddenly thrashed and extended her hand to the moon in the sky.

"Please..protect them..."

The rain kept drenching his face and his body began to feel a chill. But this girl did not care about it she clasped her hands forward, with a weak sounding voice pleading to the moon, pleading to the god who was there.

"I beg you. Please at least protect my sisters..."

This was just a futile effort for the dying man, the light in his eyes finally dimmed.

But nevertheless...

"Aahh.. please wake up.. Please wake up baby..."

A man suddenly came and grabbed his hand which was hanging in the air as it started to go unconscious. The girl's vision had blurred but somehow the man beside her was clearly visible to her.

He knows that face. But strangely mixed with hatred, pleasure, sadness and various other emotions, his gaze looks blurred but it feels very clear to see the man's face.

Because he was always with himself happy, sad, sad, laughing and struggling together on the path full of abyss.

"...Your.y..."

"Yes.it's me. It's me. It's my love." said the man with tears. "Please.. hang on. please.. and sorry..."

The girl knew why she was apologizing all the time.

"My sister. they..."

Even that hope made the dying girl in her solitude smile sincerely.

"My condition. I know for myself." said the girl in a weak voice. "Here I am. I can no longer..."

"...I'm sorry.. if I'm sorry..."

If only she had not wanted to hear that word come out of the man's mouth.

"You don't need to apologize. I won't forgive you." said the girl in a weak voice full of sharpness. "Against you, the past, how much do I believe. now, that much is my hatred..."

"But if you really want to forgive me. Promise me.." continued the girl. "Protect my brothers..."

"I promise."

Answer without hesitation, a reply full of sincerity from his heart.

"...Remember that promise.and this is a curse..."

"Yes I promise." Answer the man. "Even if I have to sacrifice my soul, I will always take care of them until the end of my life. I promise."

As if to convince himself the man repeated it again. Determination fell with the rain, even the water on the face was either rain or tears full of regret.

It was just that the owner of the hand he held had fallen asleep in his immortality and had no voice anymore.

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Everyone is a puzzle piece in life. But when they are united, it will be called law. His personality and desires are difficult to predict, but their goals and similarities are easy to figure out. Personality is different but has the same purpose.

Because humanity will always believe the lies will be from religion, stories, work and others. That's why I chose as a doctor psychologist and health I still have two more identities, namely as a consultant detective and writer.

My name is Ray Wolfa a doctor, yes for now I am a doctor because I am again in my own clinic. I am currently walking in the corridor of the clinic towards the workspace as well as the study room as well.

The reason I went there was because there was a special guest waiting for me there. He is not my relative or schoolmate but we have passed through all sorts of dangers and at the moment I have information that I have a hard time understanding.

About the serial murder at Villa Raja in the "City of the Sea of Fire".

Although my current investigation has no results, there are still many mysteries in this case. I've walked 20 steps, I'm currently in front of the door of the room I mean subconsciously I swallowed my saliva.

Said the owner of the house who let me contract here to build the guest clinic already came half an hour ago, even though the meeting time is still two hours away. I'm not surprised because the guest is a great man who is always competent in this matter.

Now it depends on how much of an offer I've made for him to be swayed, because I need him for this case. This guy is a very tough guy, I really need to be able to solve this case.

While thinking this I held the doorknob and turned it slowly. Upon opening I saw him sitting quietly and his gaze seemed to say "I know what you want from me" His calm demeanor always made me nervous before him who was full of confidence.

I think it's going to be a very long night.