Starting with you, Martha

Father Jonathan called the police, around dusk.

The town sheriff arrived, took a statement, and Sheriff Bob—along with a few deputies—was an old high school classmate of Jonathan's.

"Bob, did you catch the killer?" Jonathan asked.

"We unfortunately found Catherine's body in her Antique Shop, but the money was gone. The killer might have moved it."

Facing an old classmate who'd also provided a lead, Bob didn't refuse to share.

"We staked the place out for a long time. The killer probably fled, and we haven't found any suspicious people in town. Catherine's daughter Tina has gone missing—we suspect she may have been killed too."

"The coroner's autopsy shows Catherine died some time ago. The woman your wife Martha met probably wasn't Catherine."

Bob frowned, muttering as he recalled the bizarre bank robbery.

"Those disguise techniques that fool everyone—like something out of a spy movie—do they really exist?"

Jonathan had nothing more to say. He saw Bob off, then turned with a sigh to his wife and sons.

"Bad news. The police came up empty."

"That might actually be a good thing."

Martha said worriedly, "Tina has special abilities—even a gun can't stop her. If they really run into her, Bob and his men are likely in danger."

David and Clark weren't surprised. They hadn't expected the police to catch Tina anyway.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sun set, stars blanketed the sky, darkness shrouded the Farms, and a cold wind swept through, bending the wheat low.

Under the glaring lights, David and Clark stood on either side of the house's front door.

If Tina attacked, she'd target them first.

Even if she tried to circle around from behind, she couldn't escape David's sharp hearing.

"She'd better come for revenge tonight, if she can't wait."

David stared into the distance, his voice as cold as the wind howling past the door.

If Tina had been playing Catherine to keep up a normal life and avoid police attention, her half-day absence from town meant she likely knew the jig was up—and it wouldn't be hard to guess who called the cops.

You can hunt a thief every day, but you can't guard against one every day.

"Based on the coroner's findings, Aunt Catherine might have fallen down the stairs and hit her head by accident..."

Clark tried scanning the surroundings with his super vision, hesitating.

"What are you trying to say?"

David could tell he had more to say.

Glancing back at their parents sitting in the living room, Clark's face showed reluctance as he lowered his voice.

"Let me handle Tina when she comes. I'll subdue her."

If Tina attacked their parents, the coldness radiating from his brother was even heavier than when he'd faced Gregg, whom David had killed.

He didn't want David to stain his hands with more blood, making it impossible to turn back.

"And then?"

It was an old argument, but Clark patiently tried to persuade him. David, arms crossed, didn't get angry either.

"I've figured out a way."

Clark raised an eyebrow, a hint of pride on his face. "How to take down bad guys without worrying about them revealing my identity or abilities."

"Oh?"

David was a bit surprised.

Clark pulled a knitted Blue Hood from his pocket, checked that no one was around, and slipped it over his head in a few quick motions, covering his entire face except for his eyes.

"Can you still tell who I am, David?"

Clark deliberately lowered his voice, speaking gruffly.

"A bank robber?"

David raised an eyebrow.

The Son of Krypton had finally used his brain and thought of hiding his identity with a hood—though the getup only lacked a gun to look like a bank thief.

"I got the idea from a comic."

Teased, Clark wasn't discouraged. With a solution to his long-standing problem, he said seriously.

"I can't stop Gregg and the others from revealing my abilities, but I can make them think it was some unknown person who took them down!

So don't interfere, or our parents will notice something's off about you."

Clark thought that solving this issue would remove his brother's reason for silencing people by turning them into vegetables or killing them.

But the naive Son of Krypton didn't know David had other motives.

Rustle! Rustle!

Clark was trying to persuade David when a slender, delicate figure with black hair approached from a distance. She hugged her arms, shivering, her face red from the cold, looking like a pitiful child who'd stormed out after a big fight with her parents and was now searching for shelter. She hesitated, then walked over.

"Clark, David, why are you two standing outside?"

"Lana?"

Clark turned and saw the girl he secretly loved suddenly appear at his doorstep, utterly shocked.

"Wait, how did you recognize me?"

He touched his face—he was clearly wearing a mask.

"Your clothes, your height... mostly because you're standing next to David."

In the cold wind, Lana's eyes were red, as if she'd just been crying. Her voice was slightly hoarse, her tone low.

Clark froze, forgetting about that.

"What happened? Why do you look like this, Lana?"

Seeing tears at the corners of his crush's eyes, his expression shifted.

David, after giving Lana a cold once-over, quietly elbowed the lovesick fool who'd forgotten everything the moment he saw her.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Clark?"

Just as Clark was about to step forward, he finally remembered—whether the person in front of him was really Lana was still uncertain. He quickly activated his Super Vision.

"Clark, Aunt thinks I should give Whitney another chance. I had a fight with her, and I have nowhere to go. Can I come to your place for a bit?"

'Lana' looked like she was about to cry again as she spoke, moving forward.

"Stop right there!"

Clark raised his hand, saw a Green Skeleton, and said angrily, "Don't try to fool me. You're not Lana!"

"What are you talking about, Clark? If I'm not Lana, then who am I?"

'Lana' looked confused and wronged.

David's eyes turned cold, ready to strike at any moment.

"Tina, it's not too late to turn yourself in now."

Seeing the girl he loved looking at him with tearful, wronged eyes, Clark felt dazed, as if in a dream. He bit his lip to snap back to reality and said in a low voice.

Inside the house, Jonathan and Martha noticed their two sons blocking 'Lana' at the door. Jonathan grabbed his shotgun warily, shielding his wife behind him.

"You ruined my life.

I wanted your family to die one by one at the hands of your closest ones—shocked, confused, and in agony."

Her identity suspected and exposed, Tina's pupils contracted. She glanced at the brothers outside and the couple inside, her voice shrill as if from hell.

Her flesh and bones shifted, and she transformed back to her original appearance.

"How did you recognize me?"

She had thought the Kent family might know someone could disguise themselves as others, but why had Clark seen through her just by looking?

"Was Aunt Catherine's death an accident, or did you cause it?"

Clark naturally wouldn't answer. Instead, he stepped forward, pressing her.

"Being found out takes some fun away, but it won't stop me from killing you all.

I'll start with you, Martha!"

Enraged at the mention of her mother's death, Tina's gaze shot past the two men, locking onto Martha. She tore the grass beneath her feet, leaping to crash into the house and kill Martha.