Shadows of London: 3-1 Unraveling the Mystery

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After surviving a night of danger, Caroline wakes up in her bedroom, even more determined.

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• Jesse Lindvall: May I have this dance, Caroline?

• You: Jesse, I just sat down.

• Jesse Lindvall: I know. It's no surprise that so many people want to dance with the most beautiful lady here, after all.

• Jesse Lindvall: But I hope you'll indulge me this once, for I'm about to leave soon.

• You: Where are you going?

• Jesse Lindvall: Where? ...I don't know either. But I must go.

• Jesse Lindvall: So before I leave, I'd like to create a happy memory of us together.

• You: Of course, Jesse. I'll dance with you as many times as you want.

• Jesse Lindvall: Just once is enough, Caroline. Time waits for no one, you see...

• You: Jesse?

• Jesse Lindvall: ...Because I am no longer myself.

• You: Jesse!

• My eyes fly open and my heart pounds loudly in my chest.
• Heart-wrenching pain and restlessness engulf me when I realize that I am no longer out in the cold, rainy streets, but in the warm comforts of my bed.
• You: (When did I fall asleep?)

• I jump out of bed without even thinking and run downstairs barefoot.

• You: Jesse!

• Roger Evans: Ah, Caroline. You're awake.

• Roger Evans: Are you feeling better now?

• You: Roger? What are you doing here?

• Roger sits up from the sofa, yawning wearily.
• Roger Evans: Ask Priscilla for the specifics. But first, can I have a cup of coffee?

• Roger Evans: I haven't slept a wink, and I may lose my ability to speak coherently soon.

• I nod and glance around.
• You: But where is Priscilla? From what I can recall about last night, she...

• The faint scent of soap on her dress and her comforting murmurs come to mind.
• But after that, my memories grew hazy, and they only became clear when I woke up this morning.
• Roger Evans: Don't worry, she'll be here soon.

• Roger Evans: Speaking of which, don't you need a change of clothes?
• Only then do I notice that I'm still wearing a nightgown, and am barefoot with disheveled hair in front of Roger.

• He turns his face away politely, a surprisingly gentlemanly thing for him to do.
• Rendered speechless, I turn and make my way back to my bedroom.

• When I return to the living room, Priscilla has already arrived and is drinking coffee with Roger heartily.
• The matching dark circles under their eyes make me frown.
• Priscilla Barnet: Did you have a good rest, Caroline? You seem much calmer now.

• You: Thank you for being here last night, Priscilla. Without you, I might have fallen apart.

• Priscilla Barnet: It's no trouble. I just helped you change your clothes, got you settled in, and kept you company. The one who had a tough time was Roger.

• Priscilla Barnet: He was pulled out of his bed in the middle of the night and kept guard for us until dawn.

• I can't help but look at Roger, who is drinking coffee and waving his hand to indicate that there's no need to worry.
• Priscilla Barnet: Your condition when you returned home yesterday was quite alarming. I even thought about getting a doctor to prescribe you a sedative if you couldn't fall asleep.

• Priscilla Barnet: Luckily, you calmed down eventually... Oh, would you like a cup of coffee?

• You: No need, Priscilla. It seems like you all need it more than I do.

• Priscilla Barnet: Thanks. So while we're having coffee, could you tell us what happened last night? Just keep it brief.

• ...
• I tell them as briefly as possible about the events of last night.
• Perhaps because the danger has passed, my emotions are now steadier than when I first woke up. It is only when mentioning that hand that I take a deep breath.
• Roger places his coffee cup on the table, lost in thought.
• Roger Evans: Do you have any idea who saved you?

• You: I think it was... Jesse.

• You: Jesse Lindvall.

• Priscilla and Roger exchange glances, their faces both showing signs of unease.
• Roger Evans: Caroline, I know that Jesse Lindvall was a very important friend to you.

• Roger Evans: Now, forget all your assumptions and think carefully.

• Roger Evans: Are you sure that was Jesse Lindvall?

• You: ...

• You: Yes, it was.

• Roger Evans: Then this isn't good.

• Roger's cold tone sends a shiver down my spine.
• You: Didn't we already discuss the possibility of Jesse turning into a member of the Blood Clan a while ago?

• You: Now that we've established this fact and learned that Jesse saved me, he remains my friend.

• You: Is there anything wrong with that?

• Roger Evans: Stay calm, Caroline. If that person really was Jesse—

• You: It was Jesse.

• Roger Evans: Okay, let's say that was Jesse. Now, what should we do next?

• You: It's obvious, isn't it? We have to find a way to rescue him.

• Priscilla Barnet: Caroline! Are you serious?

• Before Roger can answer, Priscilla looks at me in disbelief.
• Priscilla Barnet: Did you just say that we should rescue a vampire?

• You: Um...

• Her clear refusal leaves me momentarily stunned.
• Priscilla Barnet: Did you forget about the Baroness? Did you forget how she shamelessly drank human blood without any hesitation?

• Priscilla Barnet: In the eyes of these creatures of darkness, humans are nothing more than food and tools to be used, just like scones and teaspoons for afternoon tea!

• Priscilla Barnet: I can't believe you want to rescue one of them!

• Her words send me into an icy abyss.
• I understand Priscilla's feelings. She and Jesse were just acquaintances.
• And she can't possibly have any positive feelings about the Blood Clan after experiencing the graveyard incident firsthand.
• However, that metaphor, which was filled with arrogance and prejudice, ignited a spark of anger within me.
• You: Scones? Teaspoons?

• You: Would you risk your life to save scones and teaspoons from being eaten?

• You: I fell into a muddy sewer last night, covered in wounds and completely alone.

• You: If Jesse had wanted to harm me, I wouldn't have the strength to resist him.

• You: I know you dislike vampires, and I understand your fear of them.

• You: But if you still consider me a friend, please show a little respect to the person who saved my life, Miss Priscilla Barnet.

• Priscilla Barnet: ...

• Roger Evans: Alright, alright. How about a cup of coffee, ladies?

• Roger Evans: You both need to calm down. Take a seat and relax.

• Roger slides between us, carrying two cups of coffee.
• I don't want to make the already tense atmosphere worse, so I take the cup and sit down as instructed.
• Roger Evans: Priscilla?

• Priscilla Barnet: ...

• A few seconds later, she sits down stiffly on the sofa, keeping her head lowered and saying nothing.
• I hide behind the coffee cup, trying to observe her expression. Suddenly, *Roger speaks up calmly.
• Roger Evans: Now, let me share my thoughts on Jesse Lindvall. You won't object, will you, Caroline?

• You: No one in London needs anyone else's permission to speak their mind.

• Roger smiles and continues.
• Roger Evans: Jesse Lindvall is dead, Caroline.

• You: You!

• Roger Evans: My point is, Jesse Lindvall the human is already dead.

• Roger Evans: If what you said about last night is true, then I believe Jesse Lindvall still possesses some semblance of humanity, which is why he saved you.

• Roger Evans: But he has transformed into a species that must rely on consuming fresh blood to survive.

• Roger Evans: Once this boundary is crossed, you can no longer talk about saving him.

• Roger Evans: What will you do when Jesse Lindvall needs human blood to satisfy his hunger?

• Roger Evans: Or maybe, do you have a way to turn him back into a regular human?

• You: ...

• I remain speechless for a long time, as the smoldering anger within me is gradually extinguished by these icy words.
• Roger's stance is clearly aligned with Priscilla's, but his reasons are more objective, leaving me unable to refute them.
• You: (Jesse is no longer human... for Priscilla and Roger, only this holds meaning.)

• You: (Have I underestimated this matter?)

• You: (As it involves Jesse, I guess I'll have to talk to Vincent...)

• You: (Or Doctor Grey...)

• Priscilla Barnet: Oh well.

• The quiet room is suddenly interrupted by Priscilla's exasperated and helpless sigh.
• Priscilla Barnet: I apologize, Caroline.

• Priscilla Barnet: I should indeed thank Jesse Lindvall for saving you.

• You: Priscilla...

• She puffs up her cheeks, presses her lips tightly together, and gazes at me with a determined look in her eyes.
• Priscilla Barnet: However, this doesn't mean that I agree to rescuing him!

• Priscilla Barnet: We are humans, and he is a vampire. Even if he saved you, it's hard to guarantee that he won't harm others, right?

• Priscilla Barnet: If you want to repay him for saving your life, all we need to do is stay quiet and not take the initiative to harm him.

• Priscilla Barnet: Whether you agree or not, this is my opinion. If you can't accept this, then-

• You: No, I agree.

• Priscilla Barnet: Really?

• I have no choice but to agree.
• You: You and Roger's concerns are valid. I just never thought about it so objectively.

• You: I just didn't want to give up on my dear friend...

• You: So, let's just put this unsolvable puzzle on hold for now!

• I smile at her with a hint of bitterness. She pouts her lips and leans in to pat the back of my hand gently.
• Her palm is still warm from holding the coffee cup. The unpleasantness of our previous argument soon fades away.
• Roger Evans: Caroline.

• You: Yes?

• Roger Evans: I still have a question about what happened last night.

• Roger Evans: Was last night's outing on a whim?

• You: It was.

• Roger Evans: In theory, besides Mrs. Dobson, no one should have known that you were going to the Ruby Opera House, right?

• You: Right.

• Roger Evans: So, do you think what happened last night was just a stroke of bad luck or a carefully planned conspiracy?

• You: Hmm...

• Roger taps the tabletop with a gentle but steady pace.
• Roger Evans: If it was just an accident, it means that those vampire minions were just attacking unsuspecting pedestrians...

• Roger Evans: And Jesse Lindvall's appearance would be too much of a coincidence.

• Roger Evans: But if it was a conspiracy and Jesse Lindvall was there to save you, there are more questions.

• Roger Evans: Why would the Blood Clan target you? How were they able to attack you so accurately during one of your random outings?

• Roger Evans: And how would Jesse Lindvall hear about this and rush to save you?

• You: ...

• Roger Evans: Caroline, you look like you're hiding something from us.
• Roger's sudden revelation pushes me to the edge.

• Indeed, I have kept too many things hidden from them.
• You: ...I'm sorry.

• You: I think I know why the Blood Clan targeted me.

• I reveal my background.
• About the woman that emerged from the darkness. A marriage that shocked the world. A baby with human and vampiric blood flowing through their veins.
• About the loving face of my mother and the painting of the First Apostle that constantly intertwine in my mind.
• I press my hand against my chest, feeling the heartbeat she passed down to me.

• Priscilla Barnet: ...

• A few minutes later, Priscilla realizes that her mouth has been open the whole time and abruptly purses her lips shut.
• I smile bitterly at her, anxiously waiting for her next reaction.
• Will she be furious because of my deceptions? Or will she distance herself from me because of my background?
• Priscilla Barnet: So, you're the child of a human and a vampire?

• You: Yes.

• Priscilla Barnet: And your mother was a vampire who had lived for hundreds of years?

• You: Yes.

• Priscilla's eyes widen. She swallows softly and cautiously begins to speak.
• Priscilla Barnet: Caroline... how do you like your roast beef cooked?

• I almost drop the coffee cup in my hand. Roger, standing beside me, has already started to chuckle.
• You: I've had dinner with you several times, Priscilla.

• Priscilla Barnet: Ah, yes. You prefer it well done.

• She seems relieved. I look at her, puzzled.
• You: Don't you hate... or fear me?

• Priscilla Barnet: Huh? Why would I?

• You: Because I, uh...

• I pause for a moment before hesitantly continuing.
• You: Your attitude towards me and Jesse Lindvall is very different.

• Priscilla casually sets down her cup.
• Priscilla Barnet: That's because I don't know him at all. But you're my friend.

• If Jesse wasn't also my friend, perhaps I would be even more moved. Roger can't help it anymore and starts laughing loudly.
• Roger Evans: Have you forgotten what she's like, Caroline?

• Roger Evans: These things might scare the ladies in your etiquette lessons, but they won't scare her.

• You: (Yes, Priscilla is the one who single-handedly stormed into the club.)

• You: (Why should I be afraid that she will distance herself from me because of this?)

• You: Let's not talk about Priscilla for now. You don't seem very surprised either. Did you already guess?

• Roger Evans: I'm a detective, Caroline. It's my habit to be suspicious of every detail.

• Roger Evans: Whenever vampires are mentioned, you always subconsciously shrink your body, as if wanting to stay as far away from us as possible.

• Roger Evans: That's when I thought, "Oh, she must have some connection with vampires."

• Roger Evans: But you clearly haven't been infected, and you haven't shown any signs of bloodlust.

• Roger Evans: Your face isn't pale, and your lips have a healthy color.

• Roger Evans: Your body temperature is normal, and you're full of energy. In fact, you and Priscilla are probably the most healthy-looking ladies in London I've seen.

• Roger Evans: So, how are you connected to vampires then? And how did you come to know about this connection?

• Roger Evans: I followed this line of thinking, and there weren't many conclusions to draw.

• I can't help but inhale sharply, instinctively moving further away from Roger.
• Being observed and analyzed so accurately by another is a very frightening thing.
• Roger smiles, seemingly unconcerned by my gesture. Immediately, his expression becomes solemn.
• Roger Evans: I appreciate you telling us all this. That way, no matter what happens in the future, at least I know we can trust you.

• Roger Evans: Even if you're half-vampire, you are human, Caroline.

• Roger Evans: Whether it's your body or your perception of yourself, you think of yourself as human, don't you?

• You: Of course.

• Roger laughs again, leaning in to shake my hand.
• Roger Evans: And that's the most important detail of all.

• His gesture is somewhat deliberate, but I can understand his underlying emotions.
• Humans and vampires are enemies by nature.
• What Doctor Grey said before wasn't a lie, but a collective understanding shared by all ordinary humans.
• I cannot fight against such a concept alone.
• You: ...Alright, that's enough about Jesse. I have something else I want to tell you.

• Priscilla looks at me with confusion and, with my silent permission, lifts the white cloth.
• Priscilla Barnet: Who is she?

• You: My mother, Lavinia.

• You: The First Apostle, who resided in London for two hundred years and hunted humans for the Elder.

• Priscilla Barnet: Caroline...

• You: Don't worry, Priscilla, I have already come to terms with this reality.

• You: No matter what she did before, at least she restrained herself from harming humans after marrying my father and giving birth to me.

• You: But that isn't what I wanted to show you. Look at the bottom right corner.

• Priscilla Barnet: I... Irad?

• Priscilla Barnet: Irad? Is he the artist behind this painting? What happened to him?

• You: I suspect that this Irad is the Elder.

• Priscilla Barnet: Ah?!

• You: I went out late last night, just to confirm this matter.
• I recount my meeting with Mr. Johnson and show them the letter.

• These profound words make Priscilla and Roger furrow their brows.
• Roger Evans: This Irad is suspicious indeed.

• Roger Evans: If he really is the Elder, then it's highly likely that he orchestrated last night's attack.

• Roger Evans: In order to seize you as a vessel...

• Roger pauses for a moment, his expression suddenly becoming even more solemn.
• Roger Evans: ...Jesse Lindvall.

• You: Didn't we agree to stop talking about him?

• Roger Evans: No, what I meant was, Jesse Lindvall going to save you last night also makes sense now.

• Roger Evans: Caroline, you told us that the Baroness was the first to discover your true identity, right?

• You: Yes.

• Roger Evans: It has been several months since she discovered your true identity, but last night was the first time they attacked you.

• Roger Evans: This shows that over the past few months, the Elder at best only knew of your existence, but was not aware of who you really were.

• You: That's understandable. I hadn't been a member of the Scarlet Rose Club for very long, and I didn't interact much with the Baroness.

• Roger Evans: So, why is it that only last night, the Elder almost caught you?

• You: !

• Roger Evans: Before yesterday, he knew very little about you. But by nightfall, he seized the opportunity when you happened to go out.

• Roger Evans: This can't all just be a coincidence, can it?

• Priscilla Barnet: Stop beating about the bush, Roger!

• You: You mean... someone told him where I live?

• Roger's reasoning gradually dispels the fog that pervaded my mind. But instead of feeling relieved, I feel more burdened than before.
• You: Someone... who knows who I am, and knows about the Elder... and knows where I live...

• You: And they could have only revealed all this to him yesterday.
• That's why there was a sudden attack last night.

• That's why Jack and Inspector Dudley were sacrificed.
• My hands and feet seem to have lost all feeling, like a puppet that's lost its strings.
• Roger lowers his head, collects his emotions, and calmly asks me.
• Roger Evans: Do you have any idea who this person may be?

• I hold my head as it throbs with pain and close my eyes.

• Who is it? Who could it be?
• Shadows of doubt flicker in my memories
• You: It's...

Vincent

• You: (Vincent... Vincent knows all my secrets.)

• You: (Vincent was once the Elder's subordinate. Even now, he is still bound to him by a blood bond.)

• What if the Elder found Vincent and used his power to force him to reveal my whereabouts?
• Would he resist? Could he resist the Elder's power?
• I am the daughter of the First Apostle, who he was on guard against.

Doctor Grey

• You: (Did Doctor Grey guess my true identity?)

• I never told him about my nature, but he might have overheard it on the night the Baroness was assassinated.
• As a vampire hunter, what would he think about a half-blood like me?
• Would he think that I am the perfect bait to lure the Blood Clan out?
• In order to eradicate the Blood Clan in London, sacrificing me, a half-human, half-vampire...
• Would clearly be the most optimal solution for him.

Jesse

• You: (Jesse... has already been turned into a member of the Blood Clan.)

• You: (Who turned him? Was it the Elder himself?)

• ...
• Vincent told me how long and painful the transformation is.
• Could Jesse, who was brought up in luxury, endure such pain? If the Elder promised that he'd alleviate his pain...
• Would he give in? I cannot blame him if he did.

• You: (No!)

• I suddenly open my eyes.
• I clench my hands tightly, feeling disgusted with myself for my momentary doubts.
• You: (I don't want to suspect a trusted friend without any evidence!)

• Roger Evans: Any leads, Caroline?

• You: Let's drop this topic for now, Roger.

• You: You're a detective, so you should know that it's not appropriate to voice suspicions without evidence.

• You: Rather than focusing on who revealed my location, what's more important is how to deal with the current situation.

• You: In my opinion, we shouldn't be wandering aimlessly in the dark after the Elder. We should wait patiently for opportunities in daylight.

• Priscilla Barnet: I don't understand. Could one of you explain?

• You: Before, we were trying to find clues about vampires, but that was because the Elder didn't know where I was.

• You: For us, the Blood Clan lurks in the shadows. But to the Blood Clan, I too lurk in the shadows.

• You: It wasn't dangerous for us to gather clues or head to the Eastern District because I was just an ordinary person to them.

• You: But now, the Elder knows where I am.

• You: After last night's attack, I'm afraid that as soon as I'm alone... or when they're confident they can kill my companions...

• You: They will take action without hesitation.

• You: You reacted well last night, Priscilla. Thank you for calling Roger.

• You: If there were only two sleeping girls here, we might have already vanished from London today.

• Priscilla Barnet: So... you're sure they won't attack you in broad daylight?

• You: I don't think they will. There aren't many of them in London, and there are probably even fewer who obey the Elder.

• You: During the ceremony at the graveyard, the Baroness brainwashed the club members, tricking everyone into drinking the prayer water and losing their ability to move...

• You: It was only then that she could take control in one fell swoop.

• You: Which shows that there are ways for us to protect ourselves against them.

• Priscilla Barnet: I got it! I've read in books that vampires are afraid of sunlight, crosses, silver items, holy water, and garlic—

• Doctor Grey's revolver flashes in my mind, and I quickly interrupt Priscilla's enthusiastic enumeration.
• You: I think silver items would be more useful than garlic.

• You: We'd better start carrying silver weapons with us.

• Roger Evans: Silver weapons? Are you sure they'll work against vampires?

• I nod stiffly.
• You: My father killed my mother with a silver dagger.

• The atmosphere immediately grows cold. Priscilla is speechless, and Roger awkwardly gazes out the window, as if unsure of how to face me.
• After a while, Priscilla stands up quietly and whispers a few instructions to Roger.
• Then she gently pats my shoulder and leaves the room.
• You: Where is she going?

• Roger Evans: She wants to go home and pack her luggage.

• Roger Evans: Looks like we're going to impose on your hospitality for the coming days.

• I smile gratefully at Roger. Roger nonchalantly finishes the last bit of cold coffee in his cup, the bitterness causing him to grimace.
• Roger Evans: Tell me the truth, Caroline.

• Roger Evans: Who was the person you were thinking of?

• You: ...

• Roger Evans: Even if you have rational doubts about someone, are you willing to believe them with emotions alone?

• Roger Evans: I never thought that love could transcend such barriers, Caroline. But you are an exception.

• Roger Evans: You can be a human or a member of the Blood Clan. You are free to choose which side to align with.

• Roger Evans: But you can't choose both sides at the same time.

• Roger Evans: Give it some thought before the moment when you have to make your final decision arrives.

• Roger Evans: After all, this is about your future... and may also concern the lives of many.

• I remain silent, not giving Roger an answer.