Erik, clad in his training gear, made his way through the corridors of the Red Palace. Benedict was with him, and they were both headed toward the cafeteria to have breakfast before the training started. The others were on their way, so they were probably bound to et them there.
As he arrived at the first-floor cafeteria, Benedict's and Erik's stomachs rumbled with hunger. They quickly sat at a table, and soon a waiter arrived to take their order. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sounds of sizzling pans filled the air, creating an inviting atmosphere. The nu had a wide variety of options, from classic breakfast dishes to more unique creations. As they perused the nu, their stomachs growled in anticipation of the delicious al to co.
Erik and Benedict made their choice and requested a hearty breakfast to replenish their energy, and the attendant swiftly prepared their al with expert precision.
As they savored each bite, they had so small chats. The bustling ambiance of the cafeteria provided a refreshing contrast to the rigorous training halls, and Erik appreciated the opportunity to relax and refuel before the next training session.
However, they couldn't help but overhear a conversation from a group of students sitting at the table next to them as they ate.
"It looks like another dead body has been found," one of the students exclaid, looking visibly shaken. "It was Natasha's this ti. She adds to Karl's one, whom the police found dead a few days ago. It's all over the news."
Erik and Benedict exchanged a glance, recognizing the nas as mbers of the Red Palace as well as forr Thornton High School students.
"What happened? Did they say how they died?" another student asked, looking equally shocked.
"I heard they had been killed," another student replied, her voice tinged with anxiousness.
"Karl had been found in an alley while Natasha was on a rooftop; the authorities are investigating, but they have nothing solid on their hands. Though the news of their deaths didn't shock everyone, and so students are already speculating about the possible motives behind the killings. The principal had called for an ergency eting to address the situation."
Erik and Benedict listened intently, their breakfast montarily forgotten as they absorbed the news. Natasha and Karl were well-known mbers of the Red Palace, and their sudden deaths were unexpected and shocking.
"Weren't Natasha and Karl Nathaniel's friends?" Benedict asked. Erik looked at him and then replied, "Indeed, since high school."
He couldn't help but wonder what could have happened to them and why they had t such a tragic fate that didn't make sense.
Why should soone have targeted two Red Palace students? The students at the neighboring table continued to speculate and discuss the news, with various theories and rumors swirling around.
Erik and Benedict exchanged solemn glances, both realizing that the Red Palace would be deeply affected by this event, as two Red Palace students' deaths were no simple matters.
Benedict looked at his friend, his expression mirroring the concern that was etched across his face. "What do you think, Erik? Could this be related to the Crystal Cross gang?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
Erik furrowed his brows, deep in thought. He had no concrete answers, but a gnawing suspicion began to form in his mind. "I don't know, Benedict," he replied slowly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"I doubt they would target them. There was no reason to do so and they even where Nathaniel's friends…" Erik said.
"So?"
"So, Nathaniel was the son of the Mambas' leader, and they are an organization under the Crystal Cross Gang…" Erik replied.
"I didn't know that…" Benedict replied, "Then it could have been sothing related to Nathaniel?" the man casually asked.
"That would be plausible," Erik said. "I an, they fought during the last period and stopped being friends, but I doubt soone would kill them for this reason."
Erik thought.
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