During the aftermath of the last attack, the newspaper team was recovering in Arthur Cove's house, trying to figure out who is behind the persona 'Azazel', when all of a sudden, a loud explosion is heard.It's way too soon for another one of their games, so when they find out what actually took place, they have to face an enemy they can't see, smell or hear.Together, they would have to fight. But what happens, when secrets get revealed and you can't trust your own friends?

Arthur finds himself looking at the end of his story.His final act of kindness in this cruel world.When suddenly the universe decided to have one last thing for him in store.How were they going to face this change of plans as they slowly lose themselves?And would he be able to tell his friend?

Sherlock HolmesEveryone thinks he's a detective, a brilliant mind capable of solving any mystery. His name, his sharp mind, his penchant for observing the seemingly insignificant all point to a mistaken identity. He's constantly bombarded with requests for help, with people expecting him to solve their petty squabbles and deduce their entire lives.But Sherlock Holmes, the real Sherlock Holmes, has no desire to be a detective. He'd rather spend his days lost in the millions of unsolved math problems and the mysteries of the universe. However, fate, it seems, has other plans.

Grief.It had hit us all before, may it be the loss of a pet, a relationship or even a person.It is silent, cruel and leaves you feeling hollow.But what if that very same grief that you spent in privacy suddenly comes back to haunt you.What if there is someone out there making sure that the ones grieving, the ones forgotten by society finally get to rest? Remember the dead.Remember the ones still living.And remember, that the solution to the endless pain of mourning might just be your own death, indulging loudly in your grief.