Driving on the empty highway, Xavier glanced at the front mirror and looked at the cadaver bag which contains the corpse. This is the 120th corpse that he will deliver ever since he worked in Fugito mansion. It's been a year, but the fear is always there. To be alone inside the car with a corpse requires courage. Clutching his hand around the wheels, Xavier took a deep breath. “You are the 120th corpse that I will transport. What is your name? Do you have a family? What was your job?” Xavier asked even if he knows that the dead won't answer him. This is his way to get rid of his fear. At the same time, mourned for the victim of another cruelty. Xavier was always curious why there are so many people dying in that place. But for the sake of money, he never asked anything. He abandoned his moral to be an accomplice of a crime. Heaving a sigh, Xavier glanced at the black cadaver bag on the back seat through the front mirror. As soon as he looked at the bag, he saw it moving.

“This is not true,” Xavier defended while shaking his head. “I never covet your woman, Sir!” “Lies!” Lewelyn screamed while crying hysterically. “Y-You forced yourself inside my room and confessed that you liked me. When I rejected you, you threatened me and tried to hold me!” “No!” Xavier declined. “I never d…” Xavier stopped when Cesar pinned the gun muzzle onto his forehead. Click. There was a clicking sound as Cesar put the gun’s hammer down. After that, every sound was muted. Xavier could only hear the loud beating of his heart. “Are you saying that my wife who was crying so hard is lying to me?!” Cesar shouted. “I… won’t dare lie to y…”“SHUT THE **** UP!Xavier’s shoulders tensed. From the beginning, he was never given the chance to explain himself, and everything was decided. Whatever the truth is, Xavier will be punished by Cesar. No one would listen to a lowly and powerless driver. “You touched something which isn’t yours, young man,” Cesar said while grinding his t

Xavier woke up on a soft sheet as a streak of sunlight trickled in through the window. Slowly and reluctantly, he opened his eyes. He blinked several times to clear the hazy vision as he scrutinized his surroundings in confusion. And then, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. He was in a room that was the size of his apartment, and on a bed that was as big as a studio, with extremely expensive-looking furniture all around. ‘What happened? Where am I?’ Last night, he woke up in a van. He killed the men who were supposed to deliver his body in the 53rd warehouse. Then, he drove the van in order to escape and find his wife and son. ‘But after that, what happened?’ He closed his eyes and tried to recall last night’s event. When he was driving the van, he felt a throbbing pain that he thought his head would crack open. Xavier held his head with one hand, while the other held the steering wheel tightly. Dizzy, the surroundings turned blurry. He thought it would be better to stop

The sun set to the west. Xavier stayed in the room all day while thinking of a way to get out of here. When he stood up and looked outside the window, he was surprised that there were no men guarding the gate anymore! Even if it was weird that everyone suddenly disappeared when nightfall came, Xavier could not let this chance pass by. It’s now or never. Carefully, he tiptoed towards the door and gently twisted the doorknob. The wooden door creaked as he pushed it open. He peeked outside and saw the empty hallway. ‘Maybe, the Mafia boss wanted to be alone at night,’ he guessed. As quiet as a mouse, Xavier exited the room and closed the door. He used the same path he took before and arrived at the balcony. It’s empty either. The deafening silence echoed in the surroundings like a scary melody. There was only one light to brighten the huge hall, which made the place eerie. Xavier gulped dry saliva and suppressed the fear. He took a deep breath before he walked down the stairway.

Mario Scoffer used an abandoned factory located in the middle of the woods as his hiding place for his illegal business.The place was littered with broken glass and empty beer bottles and there was smoke everywhere from the men staying inside.In the corner, Mario was sitting on an empty container while counting the money he collected from the borrowers who paid their debts for today.“Seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight. That’s it?” Mario looked at his men after counting the money above the old-looking wooden table.The men flinched in fear at Mario’s stare.“This is less than last week. What happened?”No one answered.Mario slammed the desk hard.Bam!That was when one answered the question.“It is because one of the borrowers did not pay this week,” he reported.“Who? Who the hell skipped paying?!” Mario demanded.Afraid to utter the name, the man clutched his hands together. “X-Xavi…”He couldn’t finish his words because Mario threw a bottle of beer on his head.“Ahhh!” th