The Rhyme of the Depositary

102 - SEASON 2

Alice was pensive at night. He's a lonely friend who bites his conscience. The wind not only penetrated the skin, but also herded a coldness in his heart that began to spread slowly. Reality for the sake of reality slapped him like a war drum.

Please commit suicide. Without any motive to be explored. I don't know what the reason behind it is. The police have done an inspection. There is nothing that can indicate about things that are not right about Sila. He did not hide secret messages, did not commit unlawful acts, even his family claimed there were no internal problems whatsoever.

Sila's motive is still a question mark. He's like a bomb that goes off without a trigger at all. It makes the people around him look confused. Everyone was filled with curiosity. His fellow servants also threw doubtful questions at each other.

Medical evidence proves that Sila's death was purely a suicide. There was a fingerprint on the rope that the woman was using. There is a bruise in the neck and a cause of death due to blocked airways.

Alice pondered for a long time. Everyone has secrets that are always hidden. Everyone has another side that he never opens. Maybe Sila includes such a person. Given that she is a sociable woman, it means that the problem hidden is quite large.

The clock shows midnight. Alice decided to let her thoughts about Sila come to a halt and chose to sleep. Her body is tired lately. Doctor's right. He had to attach importance to rest and let his body re-supply energy to face tomorrow.

In another room, in the back room of the lower floor, Jasmine and William sat face to face. There was black coffee in front of them, as a nightly companion. The wind blew stronger, making the window grilles clash with each other. The ventilation holes in each room rippled through the invisible force of the wind.

The lights are starting to shut down. Only the dim light left from the small bulb that William still let live in this room. Circumstances also became quiet after many people passed by to take care of Sila's death. It was technically Sila's return to her family, but Alice's house was still crowded by police checks and other evidence-taking.

After a crowd that is like no end, the silence gripped this house so it feels a little horror. Jasmine shuddered a few times each time she looked at the corner of the room, imagining Sila's spirit being there and staring at them intently.

"I was a little scared after learning that Sila had died by suicide. This house is so impressed to have a different aura." Jasmine looked at William who was still expressionless.

Ever since their meeting in the hospital when Jasmine was about to finish off Sila, their relationship had become stronger. There was a friendship of its own that radiated between Jasmine and William naturally.

"How could you believe in such mystical things. I thought a woman like you wouldn't believe in ghosts." William responded flatly.

Jasmine was a pretty realistic person. Hearing the woman fear the mystical things, made William a little surprised. For William, this life goes like a natural cycle. Born, lived, died, replaced with another, and so on. The matter of death it will be like what is the secret of every individual. Some are due to illness, accident, murder, or due to trivial causes such as accident. It's natural that it happened.

"You don't seem to believe much in mystical things."

"Not really. We live in a realistic world. What is there will still disappear. What is alive will die. What begins will end. The same thing." William took a cup of coffee and sipped it. This concentrated liquid without sugar has accompanied her night a lot. Maybe, if totaled, his body must contain a lot of caffeine in large quantities. But William doesn't care much. His age has aged. Without caffeine and nicotine, it would still be dead. Everyone is just waiting for time.

"Huh. As a parent, you're pretty simple."

"Are you not?" William asked back. He put back the new cup he had sipped on his original mat.

Jasmine's gaze was slightly overjoyed. He looked at the ceiling of the room which looked faint. Slowly, Jasmine let out her breath with a small sigh.

"I was raised by women. My mother's prostitute. My dad knows who. Every day all I have is dirty activities and illegal transactions. But, for some reason, I believe there is life after death. There is karma in every action. There is a calculation of every action. Hell paradise. Second life or reincarnation. Valhalla or something. I trust. It might all exist."

William was silent for a long time. What Jasmine describes is a teaching that many religious leaders preach in each of their sermons. Hearing Jasmine describe it becomes like being lectured suddenly.

"As a person who adheres to a free lifestyle and legalizes many things, your view is quite surprising. I don't think a woman like you believes in any other dimensional life."

"Well, you can't judge a person's trustworthiness by a physical viewer. Everyone has their own thoughts, William. Never be subjective!"

Jasmine tilted her head slightly, leaning against the chair with her left hand. One leg he pulled on the other. Her blonde hair she stalls framing her pretty face.

"I'm not subjective. It's just that if you believe in such a theory, shouldn't you be aware of your actions as a paid woman as well as pimps, it's all against your theory?"

"I know, William. But do not judge the bad of everyone who has such beliefs and still do many arbitrary actions of each person is different. Maybe I'm a bad woman, but who knows someday I'll find my way back."

Jasmine smiled smirkingly. One day, it was a grandiose wishful thinking. For a woman who has been immersed for too long in a dark world, the hope of the light will long be something vague. Like a dim twilight ray and prone to being swallowed by total darkness.

There were indeed some circumstances when Jasmine thought about what future she wanted far ahead of her. Women like him, no matter how dirty, there is still a desire to be better. Working normally, having a reasonable family, children, and all the things a woman can have in general.

A luxury in itself for Jasmine if she could get all that. From a small life never befriend him. Everyone is indeed given no choice to be born from what kind of mother and given what kind of family. Of all those destinies, Jasmine had a less fortunate fate.

Jasmine had long accepted that. He just doesn't want to bring it up too often. His life is bad enough, he doesn't need to bring up the unimportant thing anymore.

"alright. I'm sorry." William smiled a little, feeling guilty. What Jasmine said was true. Unconsciously, he became a judgmental person. That's not really William's character.

"It's okay. What do you think Sila's death was based on?" jasmine asked, switching the subject.

William was silent for a moment. He changed his sitting position and observed Jasmine more closely. Only the two of them knew about who Sila really was and what mission Sila had done before. The servant chose to betray Alice and become a spy for Black Hell. I don't know what information the woman has given about Alice to the organization. Only God knows what He has done.

"Maybe, in the end he felt guilty. You know, guilt is the most severe punishment for someone."

William then told Jasmine what he had seen some time ago in Sila's nursery. He said it was likely that Sila already knew of their conversation about the poison that the woman suffered.

Perhaps, he had finally realized the end of his life was just a matter of time. While her guilt for Alice grew thicker with each passing moment. That's why Sila decided to end her own life. Solely because of the deep impulse of guilt and despair.

"I agree with your opinion. Guilt is the most severe social punishment. Those who cannot bear it, tend to give up and punish themselves to the fullest. The suicide Sila committed was a step for her to atone for her own guilt. I felt sorry for him for a long time. He deserves a second chance. His conscience is still left."

Jasmine was regretting this reality. Sila is the one who has made mistakes. He is only one who finally regains consciousness after knowing what he is doing is an endless evil.

Unfortunately, once he regained consciousness, things were no longer the same. The error will imprint, creating an invisible stain. No matter how hard someone rinses the marks, it will still feel there and never go away. Death is a path that can erase guilt without end.

"Everyone has their own path. We cannot judge the decision please. We also can't expose all the evil of Sila. Enough we know. The woman had experienced guilt and punished herself in such a way." William said wisely. He still values Sila as an individual, so it is inappropriate for others to open his disgrace after Sila herself has chosen her own punishment. Karma has gone. Let us appreciate natural selection more wisely.

"You're right, William. Please become history. Let's close the book in a good way. Let's just know." Jasmine nodded small.

William is a very wise man. He always put forward humanity and forgiveness, as long as it does not interfere too much with the interests and safety of his employer. But if it had been beyond his tolerance, William did not care if he had to kill even hundreds of lives.

"If Sila was alive, would you still desire to finish her off?" asked Jasmine curiously.

"Of course, as long as he was still a spy for Black Hell. What's hurting Alice doesn't deserve my life. Let alone the spy who became the other party who harmed and fed Alice."

Jasmine and William were silent for a long time. They both know that principle is the patent principle that has become their vow. Whoever he was, as long as he tried to hurt Alice, there was no choice but to silence him forever. Life teaches Jasmine not to easily tolerate others. Wrong tolerance only leads to regret and endless bad consequences.

"We're just human beings who have a purpose and an interest, Jasmine. Acting holy-suckers will only make us weak."

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