It was a vast plain absent of trees. Mosquitos filled the air, and spiders roamed about without pretense of sudden erratic movements.
They walked the way a horse would when taking its time through a field of grass. The mosquitos floated about like birds implementing the wind to simply soar or float. I could not tell if clouds or mist moved above the ground, but it came and went in swirls and other forms. In the distance, a figure wearing a dark suit approached. The closer he got, I could see how well groomed he was, but at the same time, he was imposing, and his eyes were intense. It was him, Boy Nāpualawa."I apologize for having to meet this way," I told him.
"There is no need to be sorry," Boy replied until he stood at least two feet away from me. "At least you found me."
"What is this place?" I asked. "Is this your dream or mine?"
"Neither," Boy answered. "This is Kaupeʻa, the realm of restless roaming spirits that feed on spiders and mosquitos."
"Is that what I am?" I was concerned now. "Is that what Iʻve become?"
"Yes," Boy replied. "Perhaps, in the end, I can get you to Kānehunāmoku."
"I would like that," I couldnʻt hide my emotions. "I have been so tired since my death. I want to finally sleep the long slumber."
"What is your concern?" Boy asked.
"Officer Brayden Torres," I began. "I have, or had evidence that proved he was guilty of murdering at twelve hookers in Waikīkī. He murdered my sister too after she got out of the life."
"You were killed after trying to set the officer and yourself aflame, is that right?" He asked.
"The officer, Brayden Torres, disappeared. I saw it for myself before it all ended," I told him.
"Youʻll be interested to know that the news reports say that he perished in the fire," Boy offered.
"But did they find a body?" I asked.
"No," Boy answered. "His body wasnʻt found."
"I think heʻs still out there, somewhere," I insisted.
"I do too," Boy agreed. "But I donʻt think heʻs Brayden Torres, I strongly believe heʻs someone else."
"Well, who then?" I asked.
"Jack The Ripper," Boy confirmed.
The swirl of mist and clouds enveloped the Kahuna, and he was gone, but not before telling me that he would return once he found concrete evidence to back his claims.
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