Walten Files Mortality の小説・ストーリー

There were numerous files. I took a file and went through the file names of the girls who were sold under Nathan's watch. I found a few of the girls there. I looked at images of the girls who were killed and matched the names with victims and the girls who were missing and were captivated by Nathan. Few of them were murdered. I took out the files of the girls whom I found murdered and placed those on the desk. "Here these files of the files of the girls which I find are murdered".If I was not a werewolf and seen much more blood and violent actions like this I would have been having nightmares for days.

I lean back into the chair, making it squeak under my weight. The door opens again and Alex walks in. He deposits a tablet in front of me. "The death certificates and autopsy reports of the men we've lost over the last two years, even the number of the morticians who preprepared their bodies." I swipe through them, taking notes of the ones I attended their funerals and the ones I just signed off the checks for their families. "I'll get what I need and tell you the ones I require further investigation on," I inform Alex, not enjoying his hovering.

The two brothers and Cathelina Bright both sank into great grief. There was only Luna left for a sober person, but she didn't know what to do. After wandering among the three for a while, Luna could only give Butler a call. The Butler who received the news and rushed over was also no better than the Waltson family. Enduring his grief, he cooperated with the medical staff and brought the body to the mortuary. He went through the formalities of preserving the body and issued a certificate of death.

X-ray machine. The screen beeped. Paper only. No metal. No powder. Willa cut the tape. Inside: one envelope. Cream. His handwriting. She didn’t open it. Elma did. `Willa, He died at 47. You’re 23. He got 24 years you won’t. Use them to watch your back. Patient men don’t forget. -J` The room went quiet. Elma read it twice. “Math.” Willa: “He’s counting down from 47.”

The algorithm was right 94% of the time. And then Volkov disappeared. The file doesn't say where. Doesn't say how. Just lists her as TERMINATED and moves on. Terminated. Not resigned. Not transferred. Terminated. I sit back in the chair, my heart pounding. --- The next file is SUBJECT_ONE. A man. Senior executive. Died of a heart attack six months after the trial began — the same year Celeste's father passed away. The algorithm predicted his death with 87% accuracy. Predicted.

A series of folders flooded the screen. SUBJECT FILES TRANSFER RECORDS BUYER CORRESPONDENCE FUNDING / BOARD APPROVALS MEDICAL OBSERVATION LOGS TERMINATION ORDERS The room went cold. Elena’s eyes locked on the last folder. Termination orders. Adrian saw it too. “Start with subject files,” he said quietly. Elena nodded once and clicked. A list of coded entries appeared. E-03. E-07. E-11. E-14. Some were marked deceased.

I had my own things to worry about anyway. Damien POV The door opened again almost immediately after Rachel left. Vance stepped inside, and I noticed the file in his hand before he'd even closed the door. "That was quick," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Public records," Vance replied, moving toward my desk. "Death certificates are easy enough to access." He set the file down in front of me, his expression carefully neutral. I opened it, scanning the first page. Sarah Owens. Cause of Death: Acute Asthma Attack.

Still, I pulled the first document forward, unrolling it with care. The first entry was dated months ago. It mentioned unusual deaths and wolves collapsing during routine patrols. The descriptions were clinical but disturbing—healthy warriors were found convulsing on forest paths, their eyes clouded white, veins darkened beneath their skin. Three dead in the first week alone, with no apparent cause.

The glass clanked together as she sleepily entered the kitchen, placing them on counter. "Hey," Katia said as she entered the room. She was dressed in her usual kakis and tank-top outfit and had paperwork in her hands. "Morning," Waverly answered with a yawn. "What's that?" She sighed. "Darren's autopsy report." "And?" "It's exactly what we expected," she replied, not looking up from the page. Waverly's hopes, although they weren't high, still fell. Despite knowing the condition of his body at the scene, a piece of her wished that they were wrong and that it wasn't a murder, but an accident.

The police had discovered new evidence in the murder case. A homeless woman had found Walter's wallet and called Lena. This woman's son had died on the job, and an autopsy was conducted to investigate the cause. Lena was the forensic examiner involved in the autopsy at that time. It turned out that the woman's son had died from cardiac arrest during work hours. With this cause of death being overworking, the family was able to claim some compensation. Since Lena had helped them considerably, the woman had kept Lena's phone number in her contacts all this while.