If there was one thing that Allen learned from being friends with Gwen and Gary, is that they don't leave no stones unturned and no questions unanswered. When he has the hint of them following him, he instantly used the cloak and used it to escape the two.

He made sure to take note that the effects of the cloak was on cooldown, so he had no means of escaping later. This was a huge setback for Allen, but it was also the quickest and best way to hide from the two.

In the dark alleyway where he agreed to meet with Jeremy, he positioned himself in the darkness. He stood by the wall as he observed the waves of people walking by.

"It must be nice to be normal," Allen said to himself. All throughout his life, he was always the odd one out.

When he was a mute and he had white hair, he was an outcast. Now he was normal, he had a big secret that would ultimately turn his world upside down, making him still an outcast.

Before he could continue thinking negatively, Allen shook his head and focused on his goal. He will meet with Jeremy and tell him the plan. It wasn't exactly complicated, so Jeremy could still catch up even if their plan was going to be done tonight.

Allen just wished the twins didn't get a whiff of what's going on, or they have their guards as low as possible. One mistake would turn the tides on him, and it will be the end of it. It will be him, the one who hid after attacking the twins, and them who were the victims of the crime.

"I'm here," Jeremy said. "And I can see you."

Allen smirked and hopped off the wall. He knew Jeremy had a passive skill Code that allows him to see better in the dark. That was why he chose to hide while he wait.

"What's the plan, then?" Jeremy asked. "How do we catch them?"

"You're awfully excited," Allen snickered playfully. "My friend will give us a signal, and when he does, you follow me and do exactly what I tell you to do."

"What is it that I have to do?" Jeremy asked. "I should at least know so I could prepare myself. What it I secretly can't do it? Because I have a phobia of the thing you were making me do."

"I ran a background check on you and even know the profiles of the seven kids who bullied you in the orphanage," Allen crossed his arms as he watched Jeremy feel small all of a sudden. "I think if you have any hidden phobias, I should know."

Allen was referring to the time when Jeremy was an outcast in the orphanage he was at. This was the time when John Smith was still unaware of his son's existence. The boy grew in an orphanage where he was always alone.

No one wanted to befriend him because of his cold demeanor. His face was expressionless and he barely spoke any words. The kids thought he was weird and they decided to leave him alone.

Jack all compiled them after the man knew Allen was connected to Jeremy. The old man told Allen that he can't just befriend someone like that, so he ran a background check on Jeremy's life.

"I have the reports of the nuns, teachers, and even the janitors in that orphanage, so don't think you can fool me," Allen said. "And yes, I am asserting my dominance over this relationship of ours. We may be partners, but we're still not allies."

Jeremy shook his head and smirked. "You really are an outstanding guy. I don't even need that kind of asserted dominance, you just had to tell me that it was all part of a plan and I would be good."

Allen chuckled. He held his mask as he hid the laugh that was threatening to burst out, "Then it's all part of the plan."

For a moment, he lost control of his words, and himself. This occurence has been happening more and more lately that it was starting to get on his nerves. He didn't want this. He wants full control of himself.

Jeremy opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud crash was heard from a distance. Both the men looked at each other before Allen grinned. "That's the sign. Prepare yourself. It's showtime."

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"What happened?"

"What was that?"

"Is that a car?"

"There must be someone who's rich and powerful. Why would a car be here?"

..

The street was immediately filled with people. They were crowding around a car that was crashed on a post right in the middle of the camp.

Since science on Earth wasn't always right in the Otherworlds, cars and other machines were hard to build in the new worlds. The only people who could afford cars were a quarter of those who lived in Wealth Valleys.

Another wave of gasps were heard when the card exploded with a black cloud. There was no heat or force from the explosion, meaning it was just a smoke bomb that exploded.

"Giant Fan!"

A Hunter summoned a giant fan that was made of leaves and a branch of a tree. The leaves spun at a high speed, making a gush of air flow out and lift the clouds off of the car.

"That's Sarah Serreti," one Hunter whispered. "She's one of the ones who are at the top of Haven. It won't take long before she ascends to Paradise."

"The Floral Fairy?" the female Hunter the man was talking to to gasped. "She's one of the best mages in Haven. Why is she in the camp?"

"What are you doing just standing there? Help them!" Sarah yelled. She finished blowing all the black smoke away and was the first one to go to the car. She knocked on the driver's door. When no one answered, she switched to the passenger's seat. "Who drove this shit?"

People went over the car but it was tinted, and the doors were tightly shut. One man was about to break the class when the door of the driver's seat opened, revealing an old man with a bloodied head.

"Sir, are you okay?" the man who was about to break the windows asked. "Why did you drive to the wall?"

The old man closed his eyes and scrunched his face. "I don't remember.. all I know is that I was— the Smith Sisters!"

"The what?" Sarah walked over to the old man. "What do you mean the Smith Sisters?"

"I-I'm their driver. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly blacked out. We were just driving back to Wealth Valley, but I—"

The old man stopped making Sarah's eyebrows rise. She pursed her lips and waited for the man to continue, but he never did. "What do you mean, old man?"

"Why am I here? Who am I?" the old man started looking around. "I don't know how I got here."

Sarah groaned and placed both her hands on the old man's shoulders. When she did, the old man's eyes turned white and he turned to ashes. A clank was heard when the ashes poured to the floor, it was a crystal.

"That old man was a familiar," the man who tried to break the windows said. "But this crystal is high grade. This familiar is not created by someone from Haven."

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked.

The man opened his wallet and revealed a badge. "My name is Officer Matthew Gray. I'm from Paradise Camp Twyla's police officer. I'll take care of this case and make sure to solve it by the end of the night."

"What would a police officer from Paradise do here?" Sarah asked. "And from the same camp's founder at that."

"I'm here to solve the Phantom Cunt case," Matthew said. "And I will find that person by tonight. He has done it again. Miss Sarah, could you please come with me? We need to talk about this case, and since you're the star witness of this crime, I need your presence in the police department."

Sarah looked baffled, but she sooner agreed. "Okay. Let's go."

Meanwhile, as the two walked to the police station, Jeremy was sighing. They were on top of a building while watching the scenes take place.

"An unprecedented event had happened," Jeremy said. "Of all the places in this camp, that police officer had to loiter around this part. Now we can't easily clean up this mess. Let's stop right here.",

"Stop?" Allen snorted. "Who said we'll stop right here?"

"That's Mattew Gray. He's a cop from Paradise. If we get involve here, he will definitely catch us. The Wandering Trader, let's move our date of plan next time. We can't win over this man."

"That's exactly why I chose tonight of all nights, and this place of all places," Allen said. "That cop is our secret key."