Matcha did not continue her steps. She just stood still, watching from inside the house, as the red sports bike entered her carport. The man wore a helmet and was dressed in a black suit, and formal shoes. Matcha felt like she had seen him before. No, not the clothes. Rather... his eyes, the man's upper half. That's what made her continue to observe the person until the man took off his helmet, facing Aryan, who had just come out of the house in a black 
suit while carrying his briefcase.

"I was told to escort you to the venue." As soon as Matcha shifted her body and pushed back the curtains a little more, she could see that face. "Please."

Aryan entered the car with confidence. Within minutes of talking to the man, the car was moving, with more motorcycles behind it. There was also one car that had sped ahead. So Aryan was in the middle.

"You're not going? Why are you wearing those clothes?" Ira asked.

Matcha pulled herself up, glancing at Ira briefly before looking down at her clothes. She was wearing her own clothes taken from the dormitory yesterday because it was too uncomfortable to wear Blue's clothes, which were very feminine, mostly skirts, while Matcha preferred the oversized tartan shirt that she now made into an outer with a white T-shirt inside, combined with ivory white jeans and sneakers, which she found more comfortable. Ah, yes, it's Famila's birthday today. They plan to surprise her at Noona Cafe.

"So." Matcha pulled the sling bag that had sagged onto the sofa."Say hello to Famila. Tell me what you want as a gift."

Matcha just cleared her throat, rushed out, and walked alone in a hurry as she found Green's two motorcycles are still in the carport. As soon as she was about to cross the street, Matcha pulled herself up again, remembering something. So, she checked her phone and pressed the calendar. The 15th.

She quickly changed directions and ran to intercept a taxi. After boarding, she mentioned the address she had read about on the news at the time, after she woke up and got the news that her father had died in an accident, colliding with a fuel tanker truck at around 11 am. However, when she got there, she found the car Aryan had been driving parked on 
the shoulder of the road, its tires looking flat. Then, she found Aryan in another car.

Matcha followed suit. They drove straight until they entered an alley that could only fit one car.  Matcha had the taxi stop right by the fence of an empty lot, while the car entered. the courtyard of an old-looking two-story building. She snuck up, finding five men in black suits at the door, but not for long, as they too entered afterward.

Matcha noticed a staircase on the side of the building. So, she tried that path, until she found a room that was locked. Then, she heard someone's footsteps, causing her to hide. behind a wall. After entering, the man didn't bring anything, but one thing Matcha had to be thankful for the key that had fallen right on the side of the wall, made her pick it up, open the room and lock it again. Just in case the man got suspicious. Once inside, the dim light 
disturbed her vision, but as she walked to the corner of the room, Matcha spontaneously flinched at the sight of a board with photographs taped to it.

There are pictures of her crossed out: Blue, Aryan, Ira, Sky, Wira, and Green. However, what surprised Matcha the most was the voice of her father that she could hear. from this room.

"You tricked me!" hissed Aryan angrily. Then came the sound of eerie laughter. afterward.  The sound she'd heard earlier that morning. So, Matcha opened the cell phone. taking the initiative to record it.

"Where is Mr. Sana!?"

Matcha couldn't quite hear their conversation, but... something happened. The sound of punches and objects falling. Their fight sounded very clear. The moment Matcha moved behind the table, she found a window behind the tall table. And so, as Matcha shifted it slightly because it was too heavy for her to shift further, Matcha immediately saw... the 
fight.  Aryan was surrounded by dozens of people who pretended to be escorting him earlier.

Matcha's body shook violently as one person in front of his father came forward with a knife, and... Aryan's body weakened, unable to dodge, until the knife pierced his stomach. Then, someone back there targeted a firearm at Aryan's head. Matcha heard gunshots. after that, which scared her and made her feel sick. Her body trembled even more, crying. 
as she watched Aryan's eyes close even more tightly. As much as she hated Aryan, he was still... her father.

"He's not breathing." The voice, again, appeared. "Take her to that place. Do as Mr. Oka ordered."

Oka.
Matcha keeps repeating the name.

Afterward, she heard the door being opened again, apparently using a spare key because The other colleague spoke of the person being very careless. Matcha hid behind the table. pulling her body in deeply. Her forehead was already sweating as she realized that their steps were getting more rhythmic and numerous. Matcha tried to calm herself down. Calm down. Not arousing any suspicion.

He saw two shoes stepping in front of the table. "Since when can the window be seen? 
from here?"

Matcha spontaneously bit her lip. The toe of the shoe was getting closer to her foot. 

Matcha's heart raced faster. However, "Quickly bring the folder. Mr. Oka asked for it."

"There are so many folders, boss. Which one?"

"Yon Corp. is a is a shell company."

Yon?

The man moved away from her slightly, carrying a folder, and the room emptied again. Long enough for Matcha to make sure they weren't there. She came out of hiding and walked out of the building, acting like someone who had never seen anything. Acting like a normal street person who hadn't watched her father die in front of her. Right after exiting the alley, Matcha entered a cafe, went to the bathroom stall, and squatted. there while holding her weak knees. Her gaze was blank. Then, she turned off the recording, putting it away.

It's clear. This is a murder case. It was not an ordinary collision, as told by the media. They are con artists—reliable con artists who have deceived the victim's family and... the masses. A message popped up afterward. From Sky, which she ignored. Matcha moved out, washed her face in a quick motion, then passed by the cafe table unceremoniously. 
Continuing to walk towards the street she had targeted earlier, At the crossroads, which would be the news of the accident, the reason for Aryan's fake death.

As Matcha stood on the shoulder of the road, she saw many police lines and two burning cars. 
and one motorcyclist who was starting to be loaded into an ambulance. Matcha wiped 
away the traces of her tears. As she got closer, her father's body was already out of 
shape, secured by the police in a body bag.

"Blue?"

Matcha turned her head, seeing Neon, causing her to drop her forehead against the man's 
broad chest, crying silently there.