(From Blue's Perspective)
After a few days, something happened. I started to get anonymous letters that were always in my office. No matter how many security guards I assigned, the letters could not be prevented. They were always in my office, one every single day.
The time has come - the first letter read.
Are you anxious? - the second letter read.
That way, there were seven letters in total. All of them contained odd sentences. There was only one sentence in each letter.
"What's the meaning of all these?" Luc grumbled, throwing the seventh letter on the table angrily.
"There is no way of figuring who has sent it," Abel said. "We have been looking for all sorts of clues."
"Well, it's not impossible to know who has sent it. We can always guess," I said. "This time, I don't think my speculation is wrong."
"You are wrong," Luc nodded. "I also think the same. How are you like this when you have such a piece of trash as your…?"
"Is that a compliment?"
