“Now, how do we get out of this place?” Well asked after a brief silence that broke the momentum of the three’s conversation. “Please don’t tell me there is no way out other than that secret door or else I will be losing my mind,” he added, his heart skipping in overwhelming beats. He had enough of those goosebumps and chills and fear of being caught. This time, all that was Well had been asking for was a peace of mind. But by the looks of the situation, it seemed like peace of mind would be very difficult to obtain. "How is not the question that we should be answering here. Where is not either," Allen Mar replied in an instant. "The biggest question that we need to find an answer for is When. When do we get out of this place— that, that is where we should be focusing for," he added as he stepped out of his cell and finally, after more or less thirty minutes, he was able to catch a glimpse of light from the torches. " Are you trying to say that there is already an exit from this pl

“Euthanasia? And what the heck is that? I hope you excuse my ignorance, but I have not heard of that word yet. I do not even know what kind of thing is that!” Well said as he shrugged his shoulders and stared at Allen Mar long enough for him to realize that he was being honest when he said he did not know a single thing about it. Allen Mar only nodded his head and massaged his eyes with both of his hands. Shortly after rubbing his eyes, his fingertips roamed around his whole face. He could feel his sweaty skin in every touch. “He sighed. “All right, all right. Let me explain it to you while the detective is not here yet,” Allen Mar said. “The quickest way to understand euthanasia is by recognizing that is it lethal– mercy killing, to be exact. It is a process of the painless killing of a patient suffering from an incurable and painful disease or in an irreversible coma. The practice is illegal in most countries, but because that old man is expert enough to know the best way to hide i

“That is the most gruesome revelation I have ever heard in my entire life,” Well said as his jaws dropped to the floor. “You know what, I am now starting to believe that this city is indeed a devil’s den. It seems like everyone here are lunatics! Like, really! I am not gonna lie, but at first I thought it was partly hard to believe all of those accusations you and other strangers I have met thrown to the city of New Bill. I mean, how would I believe it? This has been the city where my old man grew up. This has been the city that made him decide to pursue his dreams of becoming the person he had always aspired to be.” Well paused as if a sudden realization had struck him to the core. “Maybe there are just things that are not for us. I have been wanting to follow the same path that he had taken that is why I chose to study here, but look at me now. Instead of me chasing my dreams, it’s the nightmares that chase me.” He sighed and it was so deep Allen Mar could feel the exhaustion his fr

Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now.“Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that h

Well stumbled upon his knees. His eyes had never been this open before. His cheeks, they never felt as hot as this before. And his lips, although he could not see them, he was sure they were pale and dry. He was blinded for a second, and his vision went all out-- totally pitch black, like everything had been wiped out of his horizon. Clouded by nothing but emptiness, his ears suddenly disfunctioned. He tried to get up and stand on his knees, but the nausea he felt was so strong it seemed like an earthquake had struck his head really, really hard that he still felt an aftr shock that was a lot stronger than the actual shaking itself.He remained down on the ground-- aceepted the fact that it was too impossible for him to recover considering the fact that he was being discombobulated by the sound of blazing bullets and roaring shouts.Until minutes and minutes had paased, his senses slowly went back to normal. The first to funcation again was his sense of smell-- his noose. It instant