The small red stamped letters written in a familiar hand cause his blood to boil within seconds while his body goes numb. "You were given a chance to take back your life. If you do not have the resolve to do so, We will be more than willing to provide you with the proper motivation. "Do not disappoint us again." With that, the note simply ends without its usual signature. Attached to the note was a small photo containing a group of unidentified men in dark suits standing in a populated area along with several others. Looking closer, Luke could see the image of Ella and Aria within the background. They were seemingly unaware of the group of men following them. A chill runs down Luke's spine as he stares into the photograph. "You bastards!" Luke Slams open the front door and rushes inside the house, calling out for Ella or Aria. But neither answer their calls. He searches around the first floor, looking for them everywhere, but nothing seems to indicate where they could be. Luke he

Sitting on the side of his bed with his hands trembling within his lap while staring blankly at the floor, Luke could feel a deep pit growing inside of his stomach. It seemed as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders at that moment. He knew there were only a few options open to him at that point. Either he could go after Ella and try to rescue her from wherever she was taken or he could fulfill the role given to him by her kidnappers. But what made things worse was that it wasn't clear which option was actually the most viable. He didn't know if he could even go after Ella considering that he still wasn't even sure where she was being held. He would have tried to get someone to help but He had the feeling that it would only make things worse. He wasn't sure to what extent they were capable of watching him. They could even be watching his every move right now. After thinking about what he would face if he were spotted by one of them, Luke could only shake his head with

The sound of leaves rustling and birds chirping filled the air around Luke as his eyelids gently parted allowing light into his dark eyes. His surroundings appeared blurry at first but soon began to come into focus. He could see himself laying on his back atop the thick mattress encompassing a portion of his expansive bedroom. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he gradually begins to sit up to take in the morning light. His eyes were blank and lifeless as he stood up from the comforts of his bed and moved towards the bathroom located off to his right. He was tired beyond belief from the events that took place during his previous night. In fact, he felt as though he had been dreaming but when he attempted to recall everything that happened he could only remember small pieces of it while the rest remained lost within the darkness of his subconscious. It was as though his mind had been wiped clean, leaving nothing for him to work with as he tried to piece together what had tak

With a growl, Luke slammed his palm against the steering wheel. He would need to think of a new plan if he wouldn't be able to track down Marilyn. Looking to his side and giving himself some time to think, He realized that things weren't so bad after all. He may not be able to use his original plan but an alternative idea had introduced itself to him. The loaded firearm resting beside him in his passenger seat caught his attention as if it was calling out to him. If he couldn't do things quietly, It wouldn't be too bad to have a weapon nearby to fall back on. But he was only going to use this gun as a last resort. He still had some time to put together a more refined plan, and hopefully a more effective one. Entering into his home, Luke first needed to do something about his bullet wound before he could properly consider anything else. It didn't look like it was anything too serious but it wasn't going to be comfortable walking around with a bullet lodged in his shoulder for long pe

Luke sat alone in his room as he thought over everything that had transpired recently. He had no idea how he managed to fool the police officer so easily, but he was glad that he could get away without getting caught up in any of this madness. Although he still had a few questions of his own about the oddities within his home. So many items that he had never used before were scattered around his apartment that it left him questioning their origin and purpose. Most of the items had been neatly tucked away into drawers and closets as if they had been placed there by someone who lived in the home. To make things weirder, Each item gave him a sense of familiarity. Despite not knowing why, he couldn't bring himself to throw out the useless belongings from his house. He knew it wasn't wise to keep so many things around that were unnecessary, especially Items that clearly didn't belong to him, but there was something about those items that kept him from giving them up even if they seemed p