Layton gritted his teeth as he rubbed his forehead; it had been only two weeks after the police massacre and 115 more deaths had occurred.

He had been keeping an eye on Flora, making sure she got home on time and the like. He knew at this point this killer was killing anyone, and the way they killed reminded him of…

No, Hershel, Kira was executed a long time ago. They had to be the only one with such an ability…unless this ability can be "passed on"…the odds of that are rather slim…but if perhaps this deadly trick can be performed by more than a select few, be it a supernatural creature or something greater, then maybe another Kira is possible as well…since there were multiple Kiras in the past..

"Professor, I'm going out with a friend."

Layton's head jerked up and he glanced back at Flora. She was such a responsible young woman now, only a few years from being able to live on her own. He smiled weakly, his exhaustion obvious to anyone with eyes. "Alright," He murmured. "Just keep your cell phone with me and call me once you're on your way home or if anything happens."

The girl smiled as if she knew those words by heart and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be back before 11:30, I promise." She said slowly, taking her pocketbook from the coat rack and hurrying out.

Hershel chuckled softly and shook his head. He didn't know why he was worried about her; she could take care of herself better than he took care of himself. He adjusted his hat as he stretched his free in the air, a loud yawn escaping him. I ought to at least rest my eyes…such a small amount of rest is terribly unhealthy… He rest his cheek on the desk and let his eyelids slide shut.

For a few fleeting seconds as he stared out the window before passing out, he swore he must have been already dreaming, he saw Flora walking with a familiar blonde-haired teenager.

Clive.

((Ugh, short one. Sorry guys. Oh well, I'll make longer ones in the future…maybe..XDDDD))