The bar buzzed with confusion as Carter's dad, Tony, inquired about Logan's whereabouts. The patrons exchanged uncertain glances, refusing to divulge any information. Tony's goons, sensing the tension, began to intimidate the crowd, attempting to force them into cooperation.Amidst the escalating chaos, the bar's owner, a sturdy man with a no-nonsense demeanor, emerged from his office. He sternly warned about calling the police, causing a hush to fall over the room. Recognizing Tony, he called out, "Tony! What the hell is going on here?" Tony, holding up a picture of Logan, explained his search. The bar owner, a wily character who had crossed paths with Tony before, smirked and teased, "You're after that scrunchy little boy? You really ought to pick better company, Tony." Tony, suspicious yet determined, retorted, "He's the one who hurt my son and his friends. I need to find him and make him understand that no one hurts my family."The bar owner, feigning ignorance, acknowledged tha

Logan's world spun in slow motion as he was thrown off the third-floor rooftop, the chair he was tied to twisting in the air. The city lights blurred, and gravity seemed to have its own sinister agenda as it pulled him mercilessly towards the ground below.His scream echoed in the night, the rush of wind drowning out all other sounds. The descent felt eternal, his mind racing through fragmented thoughts. Then, in the midst of the chaos, he noticed large barrels below. Liquid sloshed inside them, and fear gripped Logan as he realized the perilous nature of his impending impact.Time warped as gravity twisted him, pulling him towards the ground. Logan desperately wished to avoid the sharp corners of the barrels, a silent prayer escaping his lips. However, fate had other plans. The chair struck the barrels, breaking on impact and freeing the ropes that bound him.Everything went crazy with wood breaking, metal crashing, and him smacking into a barrel filled with liquid. He gasped as the

Logan and Daniel rested on the cold steps of the burnt factory, the night embracing them with an eerie quiet. Breaking the silence, Logan spoke, "I love the atmosphere here. It's so peaceful man."Daniel, looking around at the charred remnants, raised an eyebrow. "Peaceful? Logan, this place caught fire years ago. Can't you see the traces? It's probably haunted."Logan nodded, his eyes scanning the skeletal structure. "I see it, but I wonder... were people burnt here too?"Daniel's expression shifted, a mix of contemplation and discomfort. "Man, that's a dark thought."Logan sighed, leaning back against the burnt wall. "Yeah, I guess."The conversation lingered in the air, the weight of their experiences casting a somber shadow. After a moment, Logan straightened up. "We better get going. No vehicles have passed, and Carter's dad won't just let us walk away, he would return with reinforcement."Daniel nodded, the gravity of their situation settling in. "Alright, let's go. Even if it m

In the aftermath of the silenced shots, the room hung heavy with tension. The intruder, Pete, scanned the bed, his gaze fixated on the pillows, realization dawning upon him that Logan wasn't where he seemed.Turning towards the opened door, Pete remained unaware that Logan, poised with a flower vase as an improvised weapon, crouched behind it. Another man, Pete's colleague, briskly entered the room, asking if got Logan, referring to the gunshots. Pete, still focused on the empty bed, replied, "No, he's not around. He must be hiding somewhere here. We need to find him."As they began to search, the two intruders scavenged the room for valuables, stuffing their pockets with anything they found fancy in Logan's room along with some cash. However, Pete's companion, less enticed by the allure of pilfered cash, addressed him, "Enough gold digging, Pete. We've got a job to do."But Pete was carried away by the discovery of a bundle of Logan's money. His eyes widened with greed, momentarily

Approaching his crew, Logan could tell they were shocked by his totally unexpected appearance. Their faces screamed surprise, especially the gardener, the guy who messed things up. Logan acted clueless, strolling toward them, quietly witnessing the shady stuff going on in his once super chill life.The sly worker took advantage of the chaos. Faking an injury, he sprinted up to Logan, acting all concerned. "Mr. Logan, you alright? We thought you were a goner! Some dudes busted into the mansion!"Logan, in on the act, decided to roll with it responding, "I'm okay." The gardener asked if the intruders were still around, mentioning hearing guys scream. Logan surviving those gun shots he heard was unexpected and he wanted all the juicy details. Logan, spinning his own web of lies, responded saying, "they booked it out through the backyard. We're safe now."The gardener kept pushing for more info asking, "but Boss, they were armed. Didn't they find you?" Logan, keeping his cool, cooked up