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James sat in the chair, the room so quiet that only the ticking of the clock could be heard. He tilted his head back against the chair, his eyes half-closed, deeply immersed in thought. At his feet, Emma remained kneeling, motionless like a statue, but James's mind had already escaped this space, turning towards another pressing dilemma.
The unexplained disappearance of around thirty students weighed heavily on him. Although he had meticulously erased all traces, leaving no bodies and no direct evidence linking him to the incident, these students were all members of the Moonshadow Society, an organization closely tied to him. As news of their collective disappearance spread, public opinion both on and off campus could quickly escalate, potentially triggering a higher-level investigation. He knew that this unavoidable scrutiny would impact his image—especially as he was plotting a much larger scheme; such negative repercussions were not to be taken lightly.
“Damn it,” James muttered under his breath, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest as he contemplated his next move. He realized that this issue had arisen sooner than he anticipated, far beyond his expectations. He needed more time and additional arrangements to complete, but these sudden developments left him feeling uneasy.
He had to handle this matter carefully; he couldn't afford to be too hasty or appear cold and indifferent. Rushing to clear his name would raise suspicions, but if managed properly, he could use it to further enhance his reputation. After all, the entire operation of the Moonshadow Society and its disappearances could serve as a powerful tool in constructing an aura of mystery around him.
“Image… image is crucial,” James murmured to himself, already strategizing how to manipulate the situation.
He turned slightly to look at Emma kneeling on the floor. Her loyalty was unquestionable, but what he needed was not just her blind adoration but her ability to act. She would become a pawn in his quest for greater influence. With this thought, a glint of cold light flickered in James's eyes.
“Emma,” he called softly, his voice slicing through the air like a sharp blade.
Emma looked up at her master, her eyes still burning with fervent passion. “Yes, Master?”
James stood up and slowly walked to the window, gazing down at the campus below. His voice was calm and contemplative: “We need to steer this storm… turn it into our weapon rather than our threat. Those missing students will become part of our plan, and you… Emma, will play a crucial role here.”
Emma bowed her head in acceptance of the command, her face filled with fervent reverence. James had already devised his next step. He would exploit this crisis to create an even greater uproar, weaving the student disappearance into the web of lies and truths he was about to construct.
Standing by the office window, James observed the students bustling about on campus with a cool demeanor. Emma stood respectfully by his side; he could feel her loyalty, but he knew that the upcoming plan needed to be more meticulous—any mistake could lead to unnecessary trouble. Thirty students vanishing without a trace was still a difficult issue to conceal even without bodies left behind. James remained calm and sharp inside, fully aware of how to handle this situation and turn this mysterious disappearance into an unsolved case.
He slowly turned around and fixed his gaze on Emma, speaking steadily: “Emma, listen carefully.”
Emma nodded slightly, no longer needing further explanation; she had committed every word James said to memory. What they needed was time, and James intended to use his influence at the school to turn the students' disappearance into a mystery—an unsolvable enigma.
"We will first contact the students' families," James said, pulling out his phone to review the information he had gathered. "Inform them that these students are participating in a strictly confidential academic program and cannot be reached for the time being."
Emma listened and nodded in agreement. This excuse was reasonable enough; it was common for students to engage in research or study trips, and James's standing in the academic community lent credibility to the claim.
"Then we’ll confuse the investigators with some misleading clues," he continued, his gaze steady as if this were just an ordinary plan. "Let their social media accounts update occasionally, vaguely suggesting they are still engaged in research activities somewhere. We will create an air of mystery, making their disappearance intriguing."
Emma quickly noted his instructions. James's calm tone conveyed meticulous planning and careful execution. These tactics would not attract excessive attention; instead, they would turn the incident into a mystery, sparking waves of public discussion, and James was precisely the type who could benefit from chaos.
"Of course, we also need to leave subtle hints pointing elsewhere," James said, retracting his gaze to look at Emma. His tone was casual as he added, "For instance, suggesting they might have attended a lecture on mysticism, a secret academic conference, or been in contact with some unknown international organization. We want this case to remain perpetually unresolved."
Emma pondered for a moment before quietly asking, "What if they start suspecting us?"
James smiled faintly, his voice measured and unhurried. "We will make them believe that this has nothing to do with me. I am merely an innocent scholar focused on my research. All we need is for this disappearance to remain a cold case—a puzzle that lingers in people's minds but never finds resolution."
Emma understood his intent; she knew this was not just about covering up the disappearances—James aimed to transform the entire situation into an asset for himself. She nodded and said, "Understood, Professor. I will handle everything."
James nodded back, lightly tapping his fingers on the table before calmly settling back into his chair, a glint of secrecy flashing in his eyes. He had no intention of stopping; the success of this plan would grant him greater power. Moreover, he had already chosen his next candidates—those students who idolized him would become part of his future schemes.
"Go now, Emma. This is just the beginning; everything will proceed as planned," James said calmly, his gaze cold and composed as if everything was already under control.
Emma bowed slightly before quickly leaving the room. James leaned back in his chair with a quiet chuckle. He knew that when this storm settled, not only would he not be suspected, but he would also attract more attention due to this unresolved case. Those carefully selected students would gradually become his loyal followers through courses on mysticism.
He knew that the true victory still lay ahead.
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