"Jack!!! are you ok? Did you... catch him?"
Trying to speak while breathing heavily from so much running, Stella asked if Jack had succeeded in capturing the fugitive. In the end, she only saw Jack standing there, soaked and with a depressed look, the look of someone who had just lost something important.
"He escaped didn't he?"
"No Stella... he died out of nowhere. Let's get back to the bar and report what just happened. Also let's bring Anderson's body with us."
"Ok..."
Stella replies, holding back tears.
Catching the nearest carriage ride and taking Anderson in the cabin, Stella was in a bad mood and just wanted to sleep after that catastrophe, while Jack felt a certain uneasiness.
"This isn't right."
Jack thought.
"None of this makes sense! This case, these killers, and this project they keep talking about! Just when I think I'm close to uncovering the truth, more and more mysteries emerge, and the truth seems unattainable. Wait... or that's they want me to think. Confusing me again and again and again, making me get tired and hurted, so when... Stella i think you should run to the detectives' bar alone!"
"Ah? Jack?! What are you doin... JACK?!"
Jack suddenly jumped out of the moving carriage and began running through the rain once again, leaving Stella alone.
"I knew something was wrong. The final target, the final victim of this case is myself! And it's not in a few hours or days, it's now! I'm hurt and weak, DAMN IT!"