Can I Tell You A Secret ( Mr. Seran )

Everything was completely messed up. That night, out of all the nights this month, he had chosen that night to do out. Business and such. He had no idea of the horror that awaited him his return. He had come home to an utter and total blood bath. Blood splattered the walls, covered the floor, everywhere. And in the middle of it, was his daughter, his only living daughter, Chantel. He had held her lifeless body in his arms until the police arrived. Grief stricken, he knew just as much as the police did, which was squat. He couldn't stay here anymore. Not when both his children were murdered. Who would? The next morning, he had handed his letter of resignation to Thierry, before going to pack his things up. He was a broken man, the once proud yet bitter Jacques Seran, was no more. Even if he found out who killed his two precious children, he had no more fight left in him to exact revenge.

And deep down, he knew his two children rebelled against him, sometimes not even bothering to heed his words. He had lost all three of his children, all three struck down by someone. The silence his only friend now, he silently packed his belongings into his briefcase. His attention however, was diverted from his single task when he heard the sound of knocking. "... Come in." He said, although he was broken, he still upheld the image of one born with noble blood, even if said blood was of the "branch" family, as he so bitterly recalled. "... Kevala Katashi. What brings the School Captain to visit a teacher... more like, a former teacher." Even a dimwit could tell Jacques was not in the mood to chat, but even though he had lost everything, his mind was still very much sharp and clear, however emotional he felt. He would face his greatest test yet...

"... Thank you. Though, you need not worry about me, I am sure you have more important things to be concerned with than me. Though, I appreciate your concern." Jacques replied, completely unaware of the act the School Captain in front of him was putting on. But then again, so was everyone else. Even his own nephew could not see through the act this girl so carefully performed. "... Yes, to think such horrendous actions would occur, especially in such a familiar place..." Jacques sighed, his hands held behind his back, as he saw Kevala look up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. And she knew both his children too. Jacques had never been one to inquire about Uriel and Chantel's lives, if they had any need to tell him, they probably would've.

"... If you continue to cry like this, your beautiful eyes will be all red and swollen." Jacques said, smiling sadly, as he went back to packing, he only had a few belongings left to pack away, before he would leave this institute, and San Diego, forever. For the first time in almost God knows how years, Jacques would have to call Victoria, tell her the tragic news. No doubt, she would not take it as calmly as he had. Placing the last item inside his briefcase, Jacques pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of his blazer, and walking up to Kevala, would gently wipe the tears from her eyes. "... I am afraid that I must be going now. Thank you, and goodbye Kevala Katashi." Jacques said, as he picked up his briefcase, and turned to the door, as he made his way out of the classroom, placing his handkerchief back in his pocket. The moment of truth, was now at hand...

Even after losing everything, Jacques still had the charm he was known for, offering a compliment to Kevala, even wiping her tears away. He had nothing left to lose at this point, he didn't need to lose anything more. Turning to leave, he was halfway through the door when he heard Kevala call out to him. Pausing in mid-step, he turned his head slowly to look behind him, almost weary, as he looked at her with eyes devoid of any emotion... and life. The once confident look he had in his eyes had completely disappeared. "...?" He watched her reach into her pocket, the moment she had reached his side, she leaned in and took his free hand, her other hand, which was curled into a fist, was slowly lifted up, as his fingers uncurled, revealing a lock of hair tied together with a rubber band. His eyes widened in complete shock, that hair, it was... "Chantel."

Talk about adding insult to injury. Her lock of hair fell into his open hand, as he stared at it, unable to even walk away. His eyes dilated as he heard her whisper into his ear in a sinister tone before she stepped away. "... You... you did this... you killed her..." Jacques barely managed to get out, in a barely audible whisper, as he stared at her, an evil smile on her face. "..." He could barely say anything at this point, not out of shock, but because he knew anything he said would be futile. "... Such a demon. If 'he' knew... I wonder what his reaction would be." He then quickly turned and left the classroom, the giggle he heard only fueling his reason to leave as quickly as possible. Jacques truly had no more fight left in him. His lust for revenge died along with his two children. The same day, in the evening, Jacques left San Diego behind... forever.