The stress of the day had clouded Korven's mind; as a result, partially because of stress, partially because of the clouds that eternally cover the sun, the time of day had completely gotten lost on her. Regardless of how she wished to spend the remaining hours of her day, Korven understood that any action, alternative to dedicating all waking hours to the hunt for Aldrick, would be immoral.
"How can I prove Silia worked for Aldrick when her existence is already such a well-kept secret?" She asks herself, out loud, out of habit.
Her room had now fully returned from the ruined state Silia had left it in. Korven had spent her free time reconstructing an investigative spiderweb on her walls. She had had to purchase more notebooks, as, with copying down Tynro's notes and any additional testimonies, documentation, or evidence relating to the Chosen Angels.
"All that is to be done is connect Silia to Aldrick, yet with how well Aldrick had hidden everything from the public, if I weren't any wiser, I wouldn't believe in Silia either," She says.
Korven had learned many detective techniques in her youth, so she knew that, in theory, there are dozens of ways to connect an assassin to the employer. Yet, since she has no access to any official police assistance, these options had all dried up. Silia is gone, meaning there is no chance for witness testimony.
"Silia was most likely not paid with money because of her association with the cult, so there's no chance that I could find a financial trail." She says, pessimistically,
"There's no way I could prove they ever met, not with members of the police working against me." She continues
Korven leans back on her chair as she talks to herself, balancing on only the rear half of the seat.
"There's nothing I alone can do, and the police can't help me either."
Korven exhales a deep sigh, raising a symbolic white flag to the universe, which has put her in situations like this since that fateful day.
Her brain had clouded up, leaving her exhausted and over with life. For a split second, she lets go of the table she had been using to stay balanced. Although she could have reacted fast enough, she decides it isn't worth the effort and just embraces as she hits the ground.
And with that, she is transported into a memory, the memory of her fight with Silia just a few weeks ago.
"What in the world?" She says, spectating that faithful night.
The pain inflicted by the fall was practically nonexistent, resulting in her memory only lasting a few seconds before she felt her eyes open back in the present.
"What?" she questions
"Was falling from my chair somehow enough to act as the catalyst to my memory, I mean, it was self-inflicted, but still, it wasn't intentional in the slightest, I thought it had to be on purpose," Korven says, trying to remember a time where her miracle worked like it just did.
"Is there a chance I have misunderstood my miracle from the get-go?" Korven asks, waiting for an answer that could never come.
She pauses for a moment,
"How does this count as a self-inflicted injury? It wasn't on purpose." Korven says before standing up, pulling her chair back and looking back at her wall.
"This is besides the point, I need to find some way to prove that Aldrick hired an assassin to kill me, and possibly."
She stands up, defeated, looking at all the papers on the wall, a web of lies overlapping on one another, lies, lies, lies.
Korven walks back to her bed, reaching underneath her bed once more.
"Yikes, this is nasty." She comments, pulling out her dusty, old, barely functioning laptop, which she had long since stopped using because she believed that online news sources lied to the public and were only after money. She only takes it out if she needs to look into something physically impossible.
"How come I don't use this anymore?" She asks, as she moves scattered papers to reveal an outlet that has been bleached yellow throughout the years. She clears off cobwebs from both the charger and laptop before plugging it in.
"Aldrick didn't hire Silia with money, but nothing is free. Silia must've been a member of the cult, so if there is a chance that anything, anything exists on Silia, it would be a breakthrough."
After a few stress-induced laps around her room, the computer reached two percent, enough for Korven to sit down next to the outlet and start 'researching.'
"Silia has no last name, so I can't just look her up," she says, attempting to get her thoughts in order.
She logs back into a search engine and starts asking anything that could help her get to the bottom of the search.
"Invisibility miracle born Kilder," she types, after a few seconds of loading a page about Tenyk pops up. Korven presses the button labelled "other," but nothing comes up about any other Miracle-Born in Kilder who can become invisible. Next, she searches for Silia, hoping that the relative rarity of the name Silia could be enough to give her a lead.
After a couple of seconds of loading, a couple of Whinet profiles pop up, nothing sounds similar to the Silia Korven met.
"I knew this was useless," Korven says, with a disappointed sigh, before closing the laptop.
"Why do I always expect things to fall into my lap? It's never worked out like that." She says.
"Wait."
"One thing did fall into my lap," she says, realizing her pessimism was misguided.
"Aldrick sent me a letter through my memory, asking me to meet up with him."
Her voice becomes louder and more energetic.
"There's no way he would go through that effort just for me; my miracle couldn't even help him."
"What could that have meant?" Korven asks herself rhetorically, out loud, because she had realized that if she ever needed to come back to this memory, she would need to know what she was thinking at the time.
"There's something he needs with my miracle, if that's not the cas,e then I'm just a regular citizen for him." Korven realizes.
"I have to talk to him."
She stops, realizing that in her excitement, she had started scaling the stairs of her apartment complex.
"There is a way I could find him, and find where the Angels meet."
Korven runs to the roof of her apartment, staring down at the passers-by. She walks over to the edge of the roof, right below her she sees a small step-out terrace belonging to her neighbour Lyn.
"I am Korven, I see through the secrets of Kilder, and it is up to me to cut through them."
She recites her mantra before throwing herself off the roof aiming for the terrace.
"Aldrick Aldrick, meeting meeting" she says as she closes her eyes, picturing the time she met with Aldrick in the dog fighting ring.