“What do you suggest when you say that?” Well asked Detective Deib Anchorman. He was trembling when he let go of those words. Hearing the way how the detective had delivered his words, he knew something was not right. The tone of his voice, even the cracking of the words every time they came out, something was off. “I don’t know,” the detective denied. “I am not trying to suggest anything. I just want you to consider and acknowledge all the possibilities, even if they mean going against our will and what we want to be the conclusion,” he added. “Based on my initial investigation, and also based on the quick deduction process that I have done, I can tell that your friend, Allen Mar has been taken away somewhere far from this hospital. I have deduced three possible scenarios that involve him right now, and five possible reasons as to why he was being kidnapped,” the detective further explained. “However, what is quite difficult to understand to me is how the hell was his kidnapper able

Detective Deib Anchorman and Well arrived at the City Reserves at around ten o’clock in the evening. Since the night had been getting deeper and deeper, the two needed to move as fast as they can, or else it would take them a sunrise before they could come to a certain decision. With Detective Deib Anchorman on the lead, the two went out of the taxi cab and sneaked their way past a narrow and wide cornfield. The City Reserves was composed of three giant infrastructures all of which were being connected to each other. Only the detective knew what each building had been storing, and Well had no idea why the city Reserves was composed of three buildings. Out of curiosity, Well asked Detective Deib Anchorman about it. “Okay, not that I am trying to make my own conclusions here, but I think there is a reason behind the City Reserves having three separate buildings. I mean, there has to be. Because if they are none, it is so easy to just bridge those three buildings into one. I am not an a

“Enough with the fillers now, Detective. Just tell me how do we enter there already so we can now begin to move. Didn’t you say that we only have a short time?” Well was partly annoyed because of the detective right now. He thought, he islike any other people out there who loves to spoil every single thing and then end up not continuing it anymore. To Well, Detective Deib Anchorman had been sort of like that. “It’s literally turning midnight now, detective.” “I know, that is actually the way that I mean. If you have not noticed it yet, the security guards are slowly going out of their zone one by one every after five minutes. I must admit I felt so dumb of myself too because I have not noticed it in the first place. But look at them! Look at them closely and you will see it with your own pair of eyes!” the detective answered as he pointed a finger to the front gate of the City Reserves. He was right. There were an estimated one hundred armed forces guarding the gate, but they are slow

“This is so painful to watch,” Well said as he looked at the inmates of the wards screaming and crying and cursing in the darkness, with only the light coming off the torches being the only light that illuminated their faces. As the crowd went wild, the piercing sensation stabbing through the chest of Well intensified. This had been the worst case scenario Well was trying to anticipate hours before they even arrived here in the City Reserves. This had been the kind of situation he always feared of being involved in. He hated it. He hated the sound of pain, the screams of frustration. The ghost of agony that filled up the filthy air. “Do not be deceived by their faces. Remember that they possess danger as much as they possess pity,” Detective Deib Anchorman said as he stepped forward, leaving the confused young man behind. As he began walking past an aisle where on both sides of it were the wards and the prison cells brimmed with prisoners poking their hands through the bars and tryin

“Are they gone?” It was the first question that Well had raised as soon as he noticed that the sound of the footsteps faded away and vanished into the thin air. The smacking of the secret door against the walls also hinted to the three people lurking in the dark that the officers had indeed left the place. “Oh, my god. That was close,” Well added as he released a sigh of relief. “Yes. We almost got caught,” Allen Mar agreed. “Anyway, did you come here to look after me?” he asked as he raised both of his brows to the ceiling, but Detective Deib Anchorman and Well were not able to see it because of the darkness that wrapped the entire cell of Allen Mar. Well walked a few steps to the right, and then suddenly he bumped against the broad and tough chest of the detective. He acted normal and then continued answering his friend. “Yes, we came here because I suspect you were missing. Were you really missing, though?” Finally, the mystery that Well had long thought of will finally be answ