"Dude, this motherfucker won't really shut up," "Let him do what he wanted to do, Smith. That won't lessen my net worth and business partners, see this?" Hunter said and pointed a pile of folders, containing different presentation and business offers. "Yes, but--" they both stop when someone knocks on the door. "Alfred, what are you doing here?" Hunter said, "Is it urgent?" "Sorry to interrupt, yes boss. It is, may I have a minute with you?" Alfred said and took a brief glance at Smith. The man must have gotten the hint, and stood up, "Alright, I'll call you later bro," he said, Hunter nod. "Alfred, have a seat," He said and stood up to sit with Alfred on his receiving area, "What must be the problem this time?" "Our men is disappearing, one by one, it started two weeks ago, Faramis was on his way to meet with his college friends, he hasn't report since then, I sent few of our men to look for him, until Gab disappeared, followed by Felix, Carlo, Jerome, and Angelo, and now, me a

“Are you sure, she’s not your girlfriend?” Hunter rolled his eyes, as he continued on pilling the bananas. “No, Frank. Like what I said, I saw her yesterday, almost getting assaulted, she has no place to go, so I let her stay,” “Then why the hell she’s still eating like a beggar?” Both of them looked at the lady who’s eating like there is no tomorrow. “This must be her first meal since yesterday, let her eat, as long as she’s not eating our limbs—aww!” Frank stomped at him, “Chill, I’m just kidding. You know Frank, you have to stop watching zombie movies,” “The fuck, just clean that up, I have to go to the market,” Hunter nodded, Frank exited the dining area. “You can finish that, then I’ll drop you to the city station, where do you live?” He said and sat in front of Lorelei. “I lived in east woods, but something came up and I have to come here,” “So you’re visiting someone? Yesterday you said that you got lost,” His forehead creased. “Yes, but based on Frank this is the town I

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink, Hunter emerged from his modest home, his footsteps purposeful as he made his way to the farm. The cool morning air filled his lungs, bringing with it a sense of renewal and purpose. As he approached the farm, he noticed the familiar sights and sounds that had become a part of his daily routine. The roosters crowed in the distance, signaling the start of a new day, while the gentle rustling of the leaves in the wind provided a soothing background melody. "Morning, Hunter!" called out Tom, one of the farmhands, as he passed by. "Morning, Tom," Hunter replied with a nod, returning the greeting as he continued on his way. The fields stretched out before him, bathed in the soft light of dawn. There was a quiet beauty to the early morning hours, a sense of calm that Hunter found comforting amidst the chaos that had entered his life. As he reached the main barn, Hunter was greeted by the familiar sights and soun

As Hunter departed from the casino, his mind was abuzz with contemplation, grappling with the weight of the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that his recent confrontation with Aster had only begun to unravel the complexities entwining Frank and Moira's predicament. The looming threat to their farm demanded swift action and strategic planning, and Hunter was determined to forge a path to safeguard their future. The evening breeze carried a chill as Hunter navigated the familiar streets leading to Almara Fuentes' opulent mansion. Despite his familiarity with the route, tonight's journey felt like a pilgrimage of purpose. Every step was laden with the gravity of his mission, one that held the potential to alter the course of the farm's fate and the lives it touched. As he approached the imposing gates of the mansion, Hunter was struck by its grandeur, an embodiment of affluence and influence. Drawing a deep breath, he ascended the steps to the front door and announced his presence. A

Hunter made his way towards Frank’s house. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one vying for his attention as he struggled to make sense of the fragmented memories that had begun to resurface. Frank was already up and about, tending to the morning chores when Hunter arrived. The older man glanced up, his expression unreadable as he watched Hunter approach. “Morning, old man,” Hunter greeted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Morning, Hunter,” Frank replied, his tone neutral. “What brings you here so early?” Hunter hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking. “I… I need to ask you something,” he began, his words hesitant. “About… about how you found me.” Frank paused in his work, a furrow forming between his brows as he studied Hunter. “What do you mean?” Hunter took a deep breath, steeling himself for what might come. “I’ve been having these… these flashes of memories. They’re like fragments of a puzzle, and I don’t know how they fit together. But… but