His legs were trembling as he stood in front of the locker."Oh my God! What is the passcode? He asked himself with a cracking voice.He was unable to think of anything in this situation. He decided to try something random so he entered a passcode of four zeros into the locker but the locker didn't open."What should I do now?" he asked himself in severe nervousness.He tried to shake herself in order to think of something. In the meantime he tried another passcode but it also didn't work.He suddenly came up with something. He cracked down the name Draven in numbers and entered it into the locker. Surprisingly, the locker opened.As the locker opened Draven received notification on his phone that the locker had opened. He quickly rushed into the room and caught Gabriel redhanded.As Draven saw Gabriel in his room he began to yell and in a few seconds everyone gathered in the room."What were you trying to do?" Draven yelled at Gabriel as he was very furious. His face turned red as he

He started first by going to the route that he had gone with Leo yet no matter how Draven tried, he couldn’t find the place. He sneaked around the bar that they were indebted to and ended up in a completely different room. He tried too hard to remember the route too, but all he knew was that he and Leo were drunk and they had run around a bunch of places. They finally ended up on a street and then suddenly into the field. Now that he was searching for that field and not finding it, he tried to recall Leo’s last words. Nothing came to mind, except the silly words on the letter. Those words were engraved in his brain, partly because he had suffered a great deal and was very awake when he read them. That must have been the reason he couldn’t remember what Leo said last about the game. Draven stopped in the middle of nowhere. He looked around and tried to recall the environment and where he had come from. His mind was just so muddled by so many ideas and imaginations that he was unable t

Before Draven could even start laying out his problems, the man turned and left. He just made his statement and left, not even giving him one more glance of interest. Draven didn’t understand one bit what was going on and why these people were so hell bent that he was this person they were searching for. He expected that the leader would especially know his client but it looked like he too was kept in the dark. The big brute smiled down at him and brought a cold bucket of water, his intent bright in his eyes.“No… no… no…”His pleas were futile. The man poured water on him, stretching it out so it would become a painful point and not just cold water. Draven shivered violently afterwards. His clothes were soaked to his skin and the room was dark and cold. He was soon left alone, not given food or water for many hours.Draven didn’t even know if it was hours or days that had passed. He moved in and out of consciousness, waking only just so they poured him cold water just as his clothes

The guards leading him outside stayed far behind him. They were giving him privacy to cry about the last hours before his death, which was absurd. What was the next thing they would do now, cry on his grave after they had buried him? He didn’t understand their ethics and mode of conduct, which was why he found it weird. The handymen had tattoos and rough edges while the most respected leader was white and plain to the eye. He probably had a family outside. A wife, two children, maybe a girlfriend too, who knows? They would all be oblivious to his lifestyle because he had the humor of a gangster. He knew how to keep it under wraps, but for how long? That was the problem with shady business. It would always come out, no matter how long you held on to its secrecy.“He’s not my business,” Draven murmured to himself.They were still on the ground of the house, but he ached to go further. He was sure that this place was a big, big field that had two gates. One should be in the east and the

Draven walked for a long time. He was getting used to it; having walked for hours in the outside world. At first, he thought things were smooth and easy. The system had provided him with a map to locate Leo and continue on his journey. The only difficult thing there was that he had three days to reach his destination, or the instructions on the map would disappear. It was just rough paper with directions on it. It already looked too thin, like something that would disappear in the blink of an eye. The first day was easy. He didn’t even make much effort. He walked for a short while, drank loads of water, and continued. And drank more water. In fact, he took a lot of water for no particular reason other than taste. Draven was unapologetically thirsty. At the end of the day, the water weighed him far down and made him give up easily. He woke up early the next day, hoping to accomplish more than the previous day. Draven soon realized that one element must always hit him hard just as he