"Hey! You know who I am, don't you?" whispered a very low voice. "Yes, you know exactly who I am... You saw me a loooot of times in your life. And, you know what? With your father, we have a... complicated relationship. Really complicated. Unfortunately, everything, every error that made your daddy, has to fall on you... But, shhh, don't do anything... Don't bite, don't scream, don't yell, don't cry... because your sister can pay the consequences too. Now, stay calm and everything is gonna be alright, everything is gonna be fine... Everything is gonna end very soon..."

The little dragon, in his bed, had his eyes opened by this voice... And the claws went on his neck. Tears came out at the same time as the painful sensation of his breath being cut. And the room was now full of a horrible smell of urine, excrement... and blood, as his throat was taken away from his weak little body. But no sound was made... no sound, at least, that could be heard from the outside of the room.

A smile went to the dragon's face as he licked his bloody claws. No mark of him will be on the ground. It was a perfectionist work that he made here once he finished the job.

Next, he went to the little sister's room and made the same speech... and the same bloody actions...

Qualt Ironhorns finally arrived at the Gald's house. The door was closed so he knocked at the door. He waited with patience into silence.

Something around this place had a... really sad aura, the atmosphere was the kind that was crushing your heart, that was throwing it into a cage, a prison, and then was making it claustrophobic. So, yeah, that wasn't a good place to live happily ever after.

Then, a black dragon opened the door.

"Yeah?" he asked with a sad voice.

"Pold Gald?"

"It's me... What do you want…?"

"I think I'm the one that you're waiting, the detective."

"Oh... Enter, please."

"Thank you. I am truly sorry for what happened that night..."

"Thank you... So, can we be quick on this case…? I want it to finish the fastest possible."

"Yeah, I understand. Is your wife here?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I will ask you questions to both of you while investigating the crime scene."

"The crime scenes... The two slept in different rooms. The corps are still here... on their bed."

"Okay. Go get your wife and join me, if you want all of it being quick... Where's their room?"

"Up there."

"Thanks. Join me with your wife, so."

He got out of a satchel he had in home a little notebook he just bought with a pen he just bought too before going here. And he moved to the first room.

The window was in front of a big house. Maybe he would check the neighbourhood's witness after that.

Once he entered the room, it stank horribly. He almost puked but, after the last nights, he was now used to that kind of smell: the death one.

Near the middle of the room, there was a bed where laid a very young yellow dragoness. Her throat was just a bloody mess and her eyes were now just white but still wet as tears didn't evaporate.

Then, behind him, he heard steps. He turned around and saw the black dragon and a yellow dragoness. He sighed.

"So, Mister and Miss Gald, what were you doing last night?"

"I was sleeping", she answered. "But I had... a terrible nightmare, a terrible feeling. I had this intuition that something terrible was going to happen..."

"Me too..." completed the father.

"Parent intuition. I know what you feel here. I had it too... right before the Warfang attack began."

He looked closely at the body before...

"Ah! Well, I know it's pretty obvious but your daughter was killed with claws and not with a rudimentary weapon. So it's not a mole but someone with claws... Probably a dragon with the size of these claws."

"Oh... Who could possibly do that kind of thing... Would could possibly kill a four years old little dragoness and a six years old dragon, for the love of Ember!"

Don't count on that love, he almost replied but, instead of it, after writing the infos in his notebook, he said:

"And he probably entered by your window. Maybe I can ask your front neighbours. Do you know who they are?"

"Yes", answered the black dragon, "they are good friends of mine."

"So, if they are good friend of you, what are their names?"

"Fiz. Their name is Fiz. And it's a young couple that I helped with their money problems."

"Money problems?"

"Yes... Many years ago, almost five years, I helped them with their problems with a 3rd Class Citizen gang. I paid their debt. After all, I knew Hulrich Fiz since he was a young little dragon."

"I see... Can you continue this story in details while I will inspect the boy's room? Their is nothing here that can help me but the corps and the window."

"Yes."

So they let Lilya to move into the direction of Korth. He was laying on his bed too, also dead with an absent throat. But something came into his mind when he finally saw the body: a question...

"Why that dragon's green and you are black and yellow?"

"Oh... Well, listen to the story if you want to have an answer... It is linked to that."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes..."

"Okay, I can listen to you very closely because it's like for your daughter: nothing helps me to find the culprit, their isn't a single clue. So, yeah, go ahead, please..."

"Very well, so, it was almost five years ago..."

I remember it like it was yesterday. It's the kind of event that you remember during your entire life...

Hulrich Fiz, alone, wanted to impress Sonia Yalt, soon to be Sonia Fiz, but, well, he did not have enough money to do what he wanted to do. So he told me that he wanted to borrow some money to someone out of the 1st Class Citizens because he feared for his reputation. But I warned him, I told him not to do that because things were going to go wrong, for me, if he would have done that... But that imbecile didn't listen to me! So he went to the 3rd Class zone... and did what he was planning to do!

I knew that it happened when I saw him finally married with Sonia some weeks later. I was invited to his wedding and that was during that happy event that Hulrich told me the truth, told me what he did... He borrowed money to the Ghort Gang, a gang that I remember I studied to write one of my stories. It was linked to a closed case on a certain Money Bag that beautifully scammed them and went close to death on that case. I remarked that this bear didn't stop his business since those problems he had, eh!

Anyway, when I knew with who he passed a deal, I knew what kind of trouble he was getting in... And, by Ember, I found myself in front of a choice... I knew he wouldn't pay his debts, he was too lazy for that, so I hesitated between helping him directly or doing nothing, like everybody that was around us... you know, 1st Class Citizens in general... And because he was a close friend of mine, well... I chose the right thing to do.

So, before he got into more troubles, I decided to meet that gang to pay them. Frey accompanied me during these events. Even if I begged her to stay away from that case, she knew the right arguments with me... and she always know them, unfortunately or, I shall say, fortunately for me.

I met the gang during one of their bad days. One of their big bad days because they were at war with an other group and I was stuck in a bloody battle. I did pay them but, when the battle began, I accidentally... killed the gang head. What! It was self defence! Indeed, he tried to kill me and my wife for "stealing, after that, all the money".

Shortly before the battle ended, we ran away but we saw something strange... The Gang Head's wife, after her husband was killed, ran away to a room. And that was strange because they told us that she never left a battle until it's finished. So we followed her... It was the only way out, anyway.

We ran in a long corridor and... and we found a room where the dragoness was next to a bed, holding a knife up... ready to kill a one year old baby dragon. I think you guess who he was...

I rushed and hit her to save the child and succeed. She yelled that it was her son and she had every rights on him... Frey asked her why she tried to do that and she answered that, now that she lost her husband, she lost everything she lived for and decided to "erase" the baby she had with him...

She tried again right after that but... but I hit her again with, I think, the greatest strength I ever had in my entire life, just as the biggest hatred too. And I made her unconscious. Frey took the baby to protect him from his mad mother and we continued to fly away from this place.

But, you know, "unconscious" doesn't mean "dead" so she began to search for us. And she did... she found us and infiltrated our house to kill us and the baby. I assure you that, when I was in front of her, I saw madness into her eyes... I saw hell fires into her eyes... and, you know the expression: the eyes are the soul's mirror. Thankfully, the front neighbours that just moved in, the Fiz, went to our home and helped us to stop her after calling the police. They blocked her, she couldn't move. And the police came and arrested her. She was judged crazy and imprisoned in an asylum.

For the baby... well... we were in front of a choice: putting him in an orphanage or keeping him. I think you know which choice we made... We thought, at this moment, that Frey was sterile so that consolidated our choice to keep him and to raise him...

"Now you know the story... And now... And now, he is dead... Why... Why..."

"And the Gang Head's wife... you didn't said her name... Is she still imprisoned?"

"No, she got out. She was released as cured, as they said. Oh! And her name is Gloria Tremorth, wife of the dead Yalto Tremorth."

"She kept her husband name?"

"As far as I know, yes."

So Qualt continued to write in his notebook the informations he found.

"And, how can I know if you're telling the truth?"

"You think I would have lied about killing someone and lied about a closed case where even the culprit admitted everything?"

"Yeah... Point for you. Other information I would like to have, Miss Gald..."

"Yes?"

"I've heard about your relationship with Merth Altherio... How is it? Do you have any information on him that can possibly helps me?"

"If you think that he would have engaged someone to kill my children, you don't know him. He is too coward even to try to engage an assassin. And, even if he could, you really think he would destroy the dragoness he needs for his job?"

"Yeah... true... Well, thank you for your answers. I will ask the Fiz couple."

"Thank you for trying to catch that murderer."

"It's my job."

"Oh! Because I know the Fiz, I can help you to obtain their witness..."

"No, sir. I need to be alone with them so they can tell me everything. I am sorry to say you that."

"Oh... Okay, then. Wait a minute, I just see it now but, are you Ironhorns, the new 'survivor'?"

"Yes... I am surprised you know me, sir."

"Your story began to be a bit popular into the writers circle. And for many reasons. They love a good survivor and thrilling story... but some of them didn't like your vulgar language..."

"You didn't like too, I presume? Well, sorry for you, I won't chan..."

"No, no! At the opposite, I liked the vulgar language side... It wasn't so exaggerated and more realistic, as a real witness."

"I... see. I read books... but I am not a professional with all the theories, the writing parts, the style of somebody, bla bla bla..."

"Bah! Don't worry about that. I liked your style and felt the emotions in the written version of your story..."

"A written version!?"

"Yes. Somebody at the hospital copied everything."

"Oh... He could have asked me the permission, at least."

"Bah! Past is past and I still know what you endured during that horrible night.''

"Yeah... But, anyway, sir, I have to go, if that doesn't bother you..."

"No, not at all... Catch that murderer and make him pay for what he did!"

"Good bye, sir."

"Good bye, mister Ironhorns."

Then, he got out of the house and went to the front one's door. He was impressed for what he did until now for the job. Maybe it was because he read so many books about these kinds of stories... or maybe because he was used to killers and to the detective witness about their work.

But, now wasn't the moment to think about that... Well, yes, it was a little bit the right time to think about the "theories" he learned but, now, it was the time to continue to investigate.

So he knocked at the door...