The following day after the ashen-haired Loud was discovered, aside from the swarm of reporters, both around the hospital and the Loud residence, Lincoln was able to return home with his family. Though, there were no words exchanged between himself and his family since the night prior, the family treaded lightly. Of course, there was some small talk here and there, but Lincoln refused to answer verbally, rather, he either shrugged or hummed a response. For the life of them, his family couldn't understand why he was being so silent, a few theorized that it possibly had something to do with his time in the forest. Be that as it may, they were cautious when speaking to him, even Luan kept her jokes to a bare minimum. Even so, upon arriving home, and navigating past the press stationed outside their home, the Louds managed to get inside their home. Although, they had to shut every blind to keep prying eyes out. Upon turning on the tv, it was made vaguely clear what occurred to the other boy, and Lincoln's image showed up almost every hour on the local channels. The case was still being investigated, with police showing up to try and question him further, but with similar results from the night before, there wasn't much to go on.
Off to the side, or rather, across the street were two ghouls shifting uncomfortably. They had seen the impressive amount of attention the Loud residence was getting, how could they not? But, they were there to visit the ashen-haired boy, and the lingering presence of the police made going in all the more risky. Of course, their advantage came in the form of onlookers and nosy neighbors. Being able to blend in with the crowd allowed them to wait out however long the cops would take in their questioning. After which, once they had cleared out, the two walked past the still crowded streets and walked up to the front door. The oldest of the two, noticed the eyes on her and her company. Being in the spotlight wasn't exactly in her comfort zone, especially with the high tensions at the moment. She cursed under her breath and knocked on the front door. She heard a pair of footsteps stomp towards the door, swinging open was the patriarch with bags under his eyes and a heated glare. It almost quickly dissipated when he quickly took note that those standing before him were not reporters, but rather, a girl around his son's age, and almost eerily reminded him of his gothic daughter. And the other was a blond teen around Luna and Leni's age, or so he assumed.
"Can I help you girls?" He asked, his voice indicated how exhausted he was from the unwanted attention from the media.
Virgo quickly took hold of the situation. "Umm, sorry to bother you, Mrs. Loud, my cousin..." she gestured to her small companion. "Is a friend of your son. She's been worried about Lincoln, and she was hoping she could come and see how he's doing...myself included, sir."
"Well, that's awful sweet, but I'm afraid he's not exactly in a mood to receive any one. I'm sorry girls, but he..." Lynn Sr. explained, just before being cut off by Virgo.
"I understand, but all the same, we'd just like to see him. Please. We won't take too much time, and if we're a bother, we'll leave." While she and her fellow Ghoul could've easily snuck in, they didn't exactly want to leave anything to chance. An example being, they get caught and things get hairy. Still, she could easily deal with the situation, but the last thing the ghouls needed was more questions being thrown their way. Taking a moment to think it over, the patriarch of the house sighed eventually sighed and stood aside, allowing the two girls entry. When they did, they saw noticed the entire family in the living room. The majority of them were in their own little worlds, whilst a few took notice and immediately snapped out of their trance.
"Sam?" Luna, while confused as to why her band mate was in her home, blushed at seeing her.
"Haiku?" Lucy was, for the most part, genuinely surprised to see her friend in her home, more so that she knew where it was.
"Hey Luna, how've you been...actually, don't answer that. I can't imagine what you're going through right now." The blonde rocker scratched the back of her head, though, she pinched the bridge of her nose when she had asked her band mate how she'd been. Given that her brother was missing and only recently just been found, it was pretty obvious she wasn't in the best of moods at the moment.
"Haiku, what are you doing here?" Lucy asked, still curious as to how her fellow poet had found her home. But, she quickly deduced that it was probably due to the attention their family was getting at the moment.
"My cousin and I heard your brother was found, we were hoping we could see him...I've been...worried...about Lincoln." This came with a few surprised expressions, especially from Sam. She couldn't tell if the little poet was truly worried for the ashen-haired boy, or if she was keeping up with their ruse. As for the Loud family, those who knew the two girls were surprised to learn that they were related. Initially, they were a bit skeptical. Of course, if need be, they had a few tricks up their sleeves to pull. But, it appeared as if the parents bought it; they looked to Haiku with sympathetic and even warm smiles.
"Aww, sweetie, Lincoln's fine, otherwise the doctor wouldn't have let him out early." Rita Loud commented, earning a frown from her husband.
"I still think that doctor let him out too early. Moron." He muttered that last bit as bitterly as he could, recalling how passive the doctor was towards Lincoln's situation. Although, the ghouls heard perfectly.
Putting aside her shared sentiment of the early release, Rita returned her attention to the young girl. "But I'm afraid Lincoln isn't talking to us...or anyone right now." Her words seemed to ripple in effect as the whole family was reminded of the silent treatment they were treated to.
"I see." Sam muttered, wondering if Taurus was responsible for Lincoln's refusal to speak to anyone. Or, perhaps the weight of reality had finally sunk in; the reality that he was no longer human and he was dealing with it his own way. Whatever the case, she and her companion needed to check up on the boy. "All the same, my cousin and I, we've been worried these past few days, and if it's all right with you, would you mind if we see him? We wont bother him, and if it looks like we are, we'll leave." She persisted, not pushing too hard, but enough so that the family knew they were genuinely worried about him.
Rita as well took the time to think it over, thinking maybe it would be best for a friend to speak to her son, though, she had hoped it would be Clyde who would be the one to come over. Rita glanced back to the girl. "You're welcomed to try, sweetheart. But please, if he says anything, let us know." With a nod as her response, the eldest Loud, Lori, showed them the way. A few of the siblings trailing behind, curious whether these two would have any luck with their silent brother. As they ascended upstairs, the two ghouls took notice of the variety of family portraits. Sam smiled, faintly, the joy captured in these photographs were that of a happy family, despite its side. Though, that thought quickly dissipated when she remembered that this family's son had died in the forest, returning to life as something that the world would so gladly exterminate, to the last of his kind. As they neared what she assumed was the boy's room, she steeled herself. Lori knocked a couple of times, calling her brother's name once.
"Lincoln?" No response. "You have visitors." Again, no response.
Feeling that this was lead to them being excused from the house, Sam walked up to the door. "May I?" She whispered to the Lori, the eldest Loud, while confused, moved aside and allowed the teen rocker to try.
She knocked in a familiar rhythmic tune, one she knew the ashen-haired boy would remember. At least she hoped he did. But, the knock alone wouldn't grant her access, instead, she took another route. With the hope that Taurus had explained to Lincoln of his ability, she leaned over the door and spoke in a somewhat sly tone. "So, am I gonna stand here all day, or are you gonna let me in, sugar?" The small gathering of siblings were indeed confused as to why this girl refereed to their brother as 'sugar'. Before any had the chance to question it, they heard the door unlock, opening slightly with their brother poking his head out. The first thing he noticed was Sam and Haiku, the poet said nothin, but the blonde rocker waved. "Hey, remember me?" Lincoln's nose twitched, his widened upon recognizing the scent. He picked up Taurus's scent on her, and some5ing else, something that made him feel safe; something familiar. He'd noticed something interesting recently; a distinct scent from himself, and those around him. Apart from their usual scents, Lincoln also picked up a distinct smell common with humans, and one distinct that he picked up on himself and Taurus. Humans and Ghouls having their own unique scents. Which, if he took his own logic into account; meant she too was a Ghoul. Or, he hoped she was. His eyes drifted to the floor, he nodded. "Awesome...you gonna let us in?" Putting aside the fact that they were probably fellow ghouls, the boy was wide-eyed with the request to allow the two girls entry. Though, not wanting to be alone, he moved aside and gestured them to come in. As they did, the sisters were shocked, seeing their brother allow these two girls to enter while he ignored and shut them off. It appeared as if Lori was going to go in with them, to keep an eye on them. But before she could even set a foot inside her brother's room, the door shut in her face. Her brother seemingly glaring daggers at her before doing so. She had never felt this much animosity from her little sibling, but it didn't mean she wasn't pissed with him slamming the door in her face. But, instead of calling him out on it, she brushed her annoyance aside and instead hoped whoever these two were would help.
After locking the door, Lincoln turned and was greeted to the two girls sitting comfortably on his bed. It appeared that Sam was going to say something, though she was quickly shushed by the ashen-haired boy as he checked every nook and cranny of his room, which was almost empty save for the bed and dressing drawer. His attention then went to the vent above. He gestured to it, his hands motioned in a manner that suggested they could have eavesdroppers. Which, was not entirely surprising to the poet, she knew how adventurous and coincidental Lucy was when it came to having info she normally shouldn't. Haiku nodded, but, she gestured to her nose, reminding the boy of his enhanced senses, meaning they'd easily detect Lucy if she were to sneak into the vents.
Regardless, Lincoln hopped on his bed, startling the two ghouls. She climbed up to the vent and slid some metal sheet through, covering the holes and seemingly sealing off entry and exit through. He sighed and hoped down.
"Can't be too careful, not in this house." He muttered. Upon turning to the two ghouls, his expression had softened, he smiled, which threw them off. They expected him to be wary, and yet, his attitude had done a complete turn now that they were alone. Of course, for the next few minutes they were quiet, neither had much to say, if anything. Rather, Sam twiddled with her thumbs while Haiku took notice of the absence of items most boy's Lincoln's age would have in his room. Particularly; posters, maybe a few actions figures, comics, games. All of that was absent.
"So..." Sam started, catching their attention. "What's with the silent treatment towards your family?" She went right to the point, not exactly in the mood to be subtle.
Lincoln's smile disappeared almost immediately, he was unsure over whether to tell these two of his reason for cold attitude towards his family. Granted, not all of it came from Taurus's advice. And besides, he was sure if he could trust these two yet. They were close, maybe, to his sisters, and possibly with Taurus, but not with Lincoln.
Then again, there weren't many he would consider 'close' anymore. Not with his secret. With a cautious approach, he told them everything that occurred following up to being turned into a Ghoul. Every detail, from the moment he supported the idea that he was bad luck, to the point where his family locked him out of his home.
The reactions from the two ghouls were different. While Haiku kept her normal neutral expression throughout the conversation, she did show concern and a faint hint of sympathy when Lincoln went into full detail of his encounter with the Ghoul in the forest. The poet herself had a similar encounter, but the Ghoul she faced went straight for the kill, it didn't toy with her to that degree. That story, however, would be for another day. For now, she kept quiet, allowing Lincoln to speak his mind. Sam was another story. The teen rocker seemed like she was on the verge of breaking through the boy's door and snapping at the family for their actions. Though, that was the least of what Taurus would do if he heard this. In that moment, an image flashed in Sam's mind as she felt a massive chill crawl up her spine. Yea, perhaps, for now, it would be best if this little bit of information didn't reach Taurus's ears.
Regardless, the teen rocker was seething with anger; she had dealt with situations where ghouls being out-casted from their families because of what they were, but for a boy to be kicked from his own home on superstition alone, her body shook. She was not sure how to deal with this, but her immediate thought was to give his family a piece of her mind, and take him with her. But, neither of those two had a favorable outcome, mostly in due part to them being impulses. Something she learned quickly as a Ghoul; never act on an impulse, especially one fueled by anger. Once Lincoln finished, ending on a quick summary of what occurred from waking up in the hospital till now, the room remained silent. None of the ghouls spoke, what could they say? Lincoln had said what he needed, and the two female ghouls didn't know how to proceed.
"Hey..." Both female ghouls nearly jumper to their feet, their eyes focused on Lincoln who was still standing in front of them. "I'm curious...yesterday...Taurus can shapeshift...I was wondering; what are your abilities? And, how do I discover mine?" He asked meekly. "Oh, and don't worry, a while back I asked my sister to sound proof my room, no one can listen in on us." He assured, and for a moment, the two on the bed glanced to one another, then back to the ashen-haired boy. It seems like they didn't need to change the subject, although, Sam was visibly annoyed, not at Lincoln, but at the fact that Taurus didn't properly explain the essential facts of a Ghoul and their abilities.
On this topic, however, Sam was prideful for having mastered her ability at her age. She smiled, raised her fingers up and snapped them. Her body, as if made of glass, cracked and shattered, though, it appeared to be merely a shell. Th Ghoul version of Sam wasn't any different from her human self, but like Taurus described; her color schemes were purely monochrome. The only vibrant color was her iris'; baby blue. It didn't make her appearance he seem any less frightening, but seeing her effortlessly use her powers left the ashen-haired boy in awe. "Taurus's powers are...average. I'm not gonna lie, his shapeshifting does come in handy, but I've got leverage of my own." She snapped her fingers again, this time, after her figure cracked and shattered, with a momentary bright blinding light accompanying, Lincoln stood before two Sam's. Both flashing him a sly smirk. The two snapped their fingers, repeating the process, stood Sam on her own the final time. "My ability might only be illusionary, but you'd be surprised how well I pull them off."
"Virgo, you're showing off." Haiku pointed out, all the while gesturing Lincoln to sit with her on the empty spot on the bed. As he did so, Sam coughed into her fist whilst taking a moment to compose herself.
"Sorry about that, It's been a while since I've been out on a job. I rarely get to use my powers since the Primordial put us in school." She chuckled, awkwardly. Among other things, she was indeed a bit boastful, was not above humility.
"Virgo? I thought your name was Sam." Lincoln was confused as to why his sister's crush was being referred to by a second name. The look on Sam's face was one of irritation, but, not towards Lincoln, but rather, towards the Ghoul that was supposed to have filled him in on the world of the ghouls. The blonde gestured the boy to scoot over, allowing her space to side beside him. Although, in doing so, he was no pressed against Haiku, who was currently keeping her head turned away from him. As she took a seat beside him, Lincoln realized he was now pressed between the two ghouls. Although, Sam didn't seem to mind as she went into detail overwatch her second name.
"Sam was the name I had when I was still human. Virgo was the name I was given when I joined Constellation." She glanced to Lincoln, who was still confused. "That I know of, there are only two Ghoul factions; Fantasia, and Constellation. Haiku, Taurus, and me; we're members of Constellation. In fact, our group was the first faction the ghouls formed." She commented with a hint of pride in her tone. "You want a detailed history...you'd need to ask the Primordial...and if Taurus hasn't made it clear; the Primordial is...I guess you can say, he's the first. Honestly, I've been with Constellation for a while, but I don't get the whole hierarchy thing."
"I have a lot of questions." Lincoln mumbled, still taking in the information presented to him.
"I'm sure you do, sweetie." Sam wrapped her arms around the ashen-haired boy. Though, from the way she held him, his head was being pressed against her chest. She began caressing his head, playing with small locks of his hair, causing a faint blush to appear on his cheeks. "And if we could we'd tell you more, we would. Well...I would." If only for a split second, Lincoln felt a threatening aura coming from the poet.
"Did Taurus give you anything yesterday?" Haiku asked, gaining the immediate attention of the two.
A second passed before Lincoln remembered the slip of paper he was given. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the item. Handing it to the poet, she took the slip and read its contents. On the slip were a pair of words; Ritter and Queenie. Her expression shifted, frowning ever so lightly. "Do you know what these mean?" She asked Lincoln, to which the boy nodded.
"Yea, my sister's school is on Queenie, my mom passes Ritter when she drops them off." He responded, easing the poet's frown, though, not entirely. It might've been my sheer luck that he knew these streets, but given that he did pay attention to his surroundings, it meant that he would know about a certain building on the one particular street. "Umm..." Lincoln started, his right palm pressed against his head. His grip tightened as he remembered the voice that followed when he thought of his siblings. "I...yesterday, I kept hearing...a voice..." Both Sam and Haiku's eyes widened, they glanced towards one another, then back to the ashen-haired boy. "I thought I was hearing things...but, I kept hearing it whenever I thought of my sisters."
Unsure of how to proceed, Haiku remained silent; Sam decided to test the waters. She hadn't heard of a Ghoul hearing voices after waking up. This was new, and wether it was a result of his transformation or something he had prior. "This voice; what did it sound like?"
"Like...when it spoke, an echo followed...and, it almost sounded like a girl." Lincoln responded, his mind playing the sounds he had heard.
"And what did this voice say?" The teen asked.
"Well, when I thought of my sisters, it something different. Like, for Lynn I heard; abuser. And for Lucy; ungrateful." He recounted.
Haiku placed a finger to her chin. "Hmm. One word for each."
Sam arose from her seat, gaining the attention of the other two. She paced back and forth, mumbling so softly that the other two couldn't make out what she was saying. "Ok..." Was something the two could make out as Sam directed her attention back to Lincoln. "Let's try something; what word comes to mind when you think of Luna?"
Without needing to think on it, a word echoed in Lincoln's mind, clear as day, and just like the day before.
Betrayal
And like that, the voice came and left, but what struck the boy as odd was how clearly the voice was. It wasn't just a faint whisper, it was louder this time. He glanced towards the two other ghouls, ready to tell them the word that came up, but he was surprised to see them with shocked expressions. The looked to him with widened eyes, and seemingly shifted away. It took for a second for either to move, and it was Sam who moved first. Albeit slowly, her hand rose as she pointed to Lincoln's right eye. "Sweetie..." she muttered, somewhat hesitantly. "Y-your..." she couldn't finish, extremely worried over their reaction Lincoln sifted through his drawers, searching for a spare mirror he kept in his room. Once grabbing hold of the object, he held it up and gazed at his reflection. What he saw made him drop his mirror and back away almost quickly before tripping unto the bed. It was only for a mere second, but what he saw in his reflection was anything but comforting; his right eye's sclera had become a deep ebony shade. His pupil had shifted as well, it had become lightish amber. But, within in instant, it had returned to normal.
"Y-your voice…it changed." Lincoln heard Sam continue, and his heart sank. He turned to her and Haiku, noticing that they were both genuinely shocked, neither exactly sure what they just witnessed, but there was only a momentary lapse of fear. Soon after, they were curious as to what just occurred with the new ghoul. Sam, unwilling to allow any chances, chose to act now. Of course, knowing full well she'd be reprimanded for this; whatever just happened, the information needed to reach the ears of the Primordial. Protocols be damned.
Meanwhile, outside Lincoln's room, Luna paced back and forth, her sisters gathered around, sitting around the entrance to their brother's room. Thanks to Lisa, his room had been soundproofed, so they couldn't listen in. And due to a little trick he picked up, the vents too were sealed off, meaning they had no way of hearing in on whatever was being said or done in his room. Adding to it, Lisa and Luan's cameras were easily discovered and disposed of, and while the two were reprimanded, the fact that they knew nothing of what was happening kept them on edge. At first, Lori wanted to see if whoever these newcomers were would be able to snap Lincoln out of his silent treatment. But, it had been well over an hour and still no word on what was going on. Leni, for what appeared to be the first time in her life, sat patiently, hoping that when her brother walked out, he would at least speak to them. She could understand him being mad, and she'd made plans to make it up to him, particularly giving him more attention and treating him with a bit more respect, similarly to how he treats her. But, like her sister, she had begun to worry if the two inside were making any sort of progress.
As the rocker's pacing began increasing, the lock to their brother's door unlocked, causing each to jump up and impatiently wait for the door to open. As it did, they noticed Lincoln walking out with his head lowered facing the ground. Haiku was beside him, her face remained its neutral expression, but Sam's had shifted almost entirely. She glared daggers at the siblings, though, she was relatively calm. That was, until she made a sudden proclamation that not only caught the sisters off guard, but would further create a rift between Lincoln and his sisters.
"He told us everything…" Sam muttered; causing the Loud sisters to, firstly, feel extreme guilt and anger at having non-family get through to their brother than them. But soon came the realization of her words; she knew everything. And by the glare she was still sporting, it was clear Lincoln indeed told her everything. "I thought you Louds were better than this…I thought with so many siblings; you of all people would understand the importance of family…I guess I was wrong." She turned her attention to Luna, who almost instantly turned away, unable to look her in the eye. Neither of the siblings could. That was, until she uttered her next set of words. "That being said, I'm not going to sit idly by. I'm taking Lincoln with me."
Meanwhile
Walking within a dimly lit corridor, walls of grey and dripping ceilings, Taurus's footsteps echo in the empty hall. His sight set on a lone door at the end of the corridor. As he grew ever closer to the door, he stiffened himself, wondering why it was he was being called back to this room again, after having visited the night prior. The Primordial, while being meticulous and often showed little emotion, was always overprotective of the ghouls under his command, and with a new ghoul now confirmed, all of Constellation HQ had been bustling; many wanting to see their new brethren. But with this bit of good news came sightings of the other factions. Now only inches away from the door, Taurus stood idly, thinking over what he'd say to the Primordial, many times he had shaken his head and muttered to himself.
"Today would be best, Taurus." Came a voice from the other side of the door. The Ghoul stiffened and bit before sighing and walking in. The room was neatly organized, on the walls were shelves neatly organized with various works of literature. Apocrypha, the name given to the room where the collected knowledge of the ghouls was stored. All within these walls were of written works the ancients had written on the subject; few were collected journals of their brethren and their research on their kind. In the middle of this room Taurus found his leader seated on the ground in front of a low table, the man was around his age, biologically speaking. The Ghoul wore what black robe, similar to a priest's garment, though; the color scheme was shaded in monochrome. His short milky white hair was combed back; he adorned a pair of glasses as his eyes shifted through the contents of a large book on the table before him.
As he grew closer, Taurus got down on one knee, bowing before his people's leader. "Primordial, I've come as requested." He kept his voice low, more a sign of respect than anything else.
"Spare me the formalities." The Primordial responded, keeping his eyes focused still on the book.
"Of course, sir. What is it you need of me?" Taurus asked, raising his head, but keeping himself still on one knee. If there was anything his fellow ghouls could compliment him on; it was his loyalty to the Primordial, mostly due in part to their shared history.
Passing only a second a silence, the Primordial closed his book, slowly, and glanced up to his fellow Ghoul. His scleras, like any other ghoul, were black. But, his left iris was a golden amber color, and his right was an unnerving dead white color. "Must I need something in order to speak with an old friend?" He asked, a meek smile crept on his face as he rose up and walked nearby to a small table. "Coffee? Tea?"
"Coffee." Taurus responded, relaxing himself and shifting to sit more comfortably by the table. A few minutes of silence passed as his friend returned with coffee in hand. "Kind of funny, isn't it?"
"Hmm?"
"Our bodies reject food, but drinks seem to have a free pass." Taurus clarified.
"Yes, well, heated drinks mostly. And before you ask; no, our researches haven't discovered why that little loop hole exists." The Primordial gave a small chuckle at the end of his sentence, taking a seat and sipping his tea as his friend drank the bitter coffee as it was. "How goes the hunt for Europa?"
"We lost her scent for a while, but we found her on the outskirts of the forest. She was hunting again, however, this time in the day light. Even after becoming feral, she's still alarmingly daring." Taurus commented, taking another sip of his drink. "She still roams free, but we've driven her from Royal Woods without raising any alarms."
"Hmm, very good. And how is the boy?" He asked, seemingly out of the blue, but it was expected.
"Strong, he shows great promise as a Ghoul." Taurus went on, only to be silenced by a mild glare from his leader.
"I didn't ask of his potential, I asked how he is doing." The Primordial clarified, taking another sip of his tea.
At this, Taurus was able to sigh heavily as a faint smile emerged on his face. "He's not what I expected. I thought he would've rejected the idea, snap at me, and overall freak out. But not him, he...he looked more relived, like a puppy having found a family to call his own. Which is surprising considering he has ten siblings."
At this, his leader broke his usual calm demeanor, spitting into his cup and taking a moment to take in what his friend just said. "Contraceptives must be nonexistent in that household." He muttered. "But..." he wiped away any residue of coffee and frowned, faintly. "While I am glad the boy is taking this well, I can't help but feel that he might not be all too comfortable with having switched species all so suddenly."
"I can bring him in, teach him our ways and have him live amongst his fellow ghouls. If you would just give the order." Taurus proposed, rather quickly. He had been wanting to bring Lincoln into the fold, the Primordial was well aware of this. Taurus was not rash, but when it came to the wellbeing of his fellow ghouls, the ghoul tended to act the way an older brother would. However, he proposed bringing the boy in by force.
"And what would you do if he refused to join us? Would you bring him here, forcefully? That will not do." The Primordial responded in a harsh tone. "If he is to join Constellation, he must do so on his own accord." Taking another sip from his tea, The Primordial took a quick glance to his friend, noticing the unsettling expressions being expressed by the Ghoul.
"With all due respect, Primordial, I don't like the idea of leaving him with humans, if something happens, if by some chance he is discovered, we might not have enough time to act…he's just a child." Taurus muttered.
"I admire your dedication, Taurus, but I doubt the boy shares the idea of seeing humans as a separate species. If anything, he probably feels that he still has some humanity left in him." Placing his cup down, the Primordial leaned over and looked his friend directly in the eye. "Clinging to something he has already lost, I feel for him. But, he will come around, soon enough. Have faith in our ways." Noticing his friend's wavering expression, the Primordial leaned over and placed a hand on Taurus's shoulder. "Have faith in me, Marco."
Well now, it's safe to assume that 'Taurus' identity is no longer a mystery. How does it play into the story as a whole? Well, again, you'll have to wait and see in the next coming chapters. We're hoping you enjoyed this latest chapter and hope you'll stick around for the next to come. Until next time!