Ethan pauses, uncertainty gnawing at him, as he realizes he's unwittingly compromising his identity. He slowly turns toward the unfamiliar voice, curiosity piqued. The man before him appears to be in his middle age, and there's something strangely familiar about him. Ethan struggles to place the face but can't quite pinpoint where he knows this person from."Please, where do I know you?" he ventures, his brow furrowing in an attempt to jog his memory.Ethan's question seems to puzzle the man as well. "I... I can't quite place it either," he replies, scratching his head.Frustrated by his inability to recall, Ethan decides it's best to distance himself from this enigma. "Well, I don't know, but I should be going," he mumbles, turning to leave the scene.Just as Ethan starts to walk away, the man's eyes widen, and it suddenly dawns on him. "Wait, he's Ethan! Mr. Desmond's driver! What has he just done? he gave a stranger car key!", he shouts.Realizing the gravity of his mistake, E

After the fire is successfully extinguished, the investigation into its cause reveals that it's not an accident; someone intentionally set the fire with the aim of harming the Desmond family.Left without a home to return to, they seek shelter elsewhere, a three-bedroom lounge.Mr. Desmond approaches the receptionist at a nearby establishment. "We would like to stay here temporarily," he explains.The receptionist informs them, "A day lodge is $200,000."Mr. Desmond's ears perk up, but he hesitates to spend such a substantial sum on just a single night's stay. His financial means, while comfortable, don't allow for extravagant expenses.Whispering to the receptionist, he inquires if there is a more affordable option. Her response is disappointing. "I'm sorry, but all the lower-priced lodges are already booked."Mrs. Desmond suggests, "Perhaps we should look for somewhere else."However, Mr. Desmond is reluctant to back down, feeling a sense of pride. "No, we can't just walk away from

"It..." he begins, his voice tinged with suspicion, "You don't need to know, it's better you stay ignorant. You won't even understand what 'it' is," he warns, leaving Ethan in the dark.But Ethan, driven by curiosity and the need for answers, challenges, "Try me.""You don't need that information," the man retorts coldly, "You're dying anyway... you're useless." His words drip with menace as he aims a gun at Ethan, preparing to pull the trigger.Ethan's heart races, his life hanging by a thread. Just as he prepares for the inevitable, a voice from behind intervenes, shattering the grim silence. "It won't penetrate; he has a bullet-proof skin," the voice declares confidently. The sudden twist of events prompts both Ethan and the menacing group to sharply turn and face this unexpected savior."Who are you?" the driver demands, and in an instant, they all brandish their guns, ready for confrontation.Sandra steps forward. "He is our boss," she reveals. "And bullets won't penetrate t

The Desmond family finds themselves in the midst of a chaotic situation, feverishly packing their belongings as they prepare to leave. "Ethan, come carry this," Mrs. Desmond urgently calls out. In response, he rushes over to her, noticing the four suitcases sitting on the bed. Without hesitation, Ethan proceeds to lift and carry all of them. As he steps outside, he realizes he is the sole bearer of the luggage, and he makes his way to the waiting van.Ariana, who would have liked to assist, watches from the sidelines. Her recent weakness prevents her from lending a hand, a condition that stems from the destructive house fire that obliterated most of their possessions. Meanwhile, Ethan continues to work outside, skillfully arranging the luggage in the van to ensure it all fits neatly.Unbeknownst to Ethan, a mysterious figure moves swiftly past him as he attends to the van. The man advances directly to the Desmonds' room, remaining undetected by the receptionist who is engrossed in

Mr. Rex's wife places his meal in front of him at the dining table. He's engrossed in reading an old newspaper when he suddenly exclaims, "Shit, America!" and drops the newspaper. He's about to start eating when his phone rings. He checks the caller ID, noticing it's from an unknown number, which he quickly recognizes as Mighty-E's."Hello... why is the great Mighty-E calling me?" he answers with a hint of curiosity."What are you doing now?" Derek, on the other end, inquires."Now? Why are you asking?" Mr. Rex appears puzzled.Derek sternly demands, "Tell me now, unless you wish to die."Mr. Rex frowns, reluctantly responding, "I am eating."Derek delivers a chilling message, "I would advise you not to eat anything for now... they're trying to poison you."Mr. Rex is taken aback, stammering, "What... who? What are you saying? How did you know?"Derek remains enigmatic, replying, "Why don't we leave that. Just don't eat anything for now. The poison is probably in the food you're about