-She sat at the edge of the bed, bathed by the soft light of the hotel room as she puzzled it all through. **How is Mr Stephen here? He vanished .** Her eyes strayed into his for the answers.Stephen saw the confusion in her, weakly smiling back. "I know it's confusing, Yuna, but I have to remember who I am." There was a deep tone of urgency behind his firm voice.Yuna's eyes narrowed at his. Something was definitely wrong. That faraway look in his eyes; he hadn't fully come back into his memory. "How am I going to be of help?" she asked softly but firmly.Stephen eased his gaze as he looked into her eyes. "I don't yet. but I need you to trust me."Although she nodded, she truly had no idea how she was going to help him actually regain his memory—short of some kind of medical intervention—but she did have to try.Stephen's expression suddenly changed. His eyes lost focus, as if he saw something she couldn't. **What is happening to him?** thought Yuna, her heart racing.Here, Stephen

Charles was seated in a dimly lit room, the rain pounding on the window without pause. Heaviness hovered above the night, one of those nights that seemed to choke someone and seemed as if everything was closer. Physically, he felt it gnawing at his skin. Victor hadn't come back home from the search for Stephen, and now silence in the mansion grated at his nerves, bit by bit.He unlocked his phone; the light beamed back into his face, an eerie sight in the dim light. Charles hesitated for a second, his thumb hovering over the call button. Just maybe—just maybe—if he could get Stephen on the phone, he might know where he was. He had to know. The unknown was tearing him apart.If Stephen wouldn't, someday someone else must. But just as his thumb extended to push the call button down, he remembered that last look in Stephen's eye. Something about the look obsessed Charles-desperation laid over determination. He was quite sure Stephen wouldn't be cooperative. All the same, he had to try. H

Clarke sat at the back of the van with his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Two of his guys, Tony and Rico, sat at the front in deep thought, their minds caught up in theirs, silently focusing on their mission. The van crept along at a snail's pace, maintaining a safe distance from the one man who had continued to walk on the sidewalk and look over his shoulder every few steps."Don't get too close," Clarke ordered, his voice low but firm. He leaned forward, squinting down at Stephen through the windscreen. "He's paranoid. He'll know if we're tailing him."Tony nodded, adjusting the speed of the van. "Got it, boss."Suddenly, Stephen cut across the road and headed into a narrow alley. Clarke tensed. "Follow him," he commanded. But as they reached the mouth of the alley, Tony hesitated."Boss, the van can't fit through here," Tony said, looking back at Clarke for instructions.Clarke cursed under his breath. "Stop the van. I'll go on foot. You two stay here. Keep an eye out in case he cir

Enoch smiled uncomfortably and handed him the box. "I just thought you deserved something nice, you know, for all that you do.".He took some time in answering the question, and all that while, she looked at him as if trying to read something from his eyes. It just did not really add up, but she could not point the finger at it. She nodded and took the necklace, her fingertips brushing the cool metal. She didn't really trust him, but for now, she would play along with him."Thanks, Enoch," she replied, and he had at no time been other than courteous. She pocketed the necklace without attempting to try it on. "To work," she said.She brushed past and by to the building, filled suddenly with many questions. Why had Enoch given her the necklace?Enoch was breathless at Marianne's parting, but such words, he finally gave it to her. He had given her the necklace—not just anything but the one Victor insisted on. Nothing more did Enoch do than let a big sigh out in the case that the weight w

"Stephen," Charles yelled in a hollow voice into the empty space. "I know you're here. Come on out. Let's end this peacefully."Stephen remained hidden as his mind dragged him into a frenzy. He couldn't believe that he had actually trusted Charles, even for a moment. Now, his only option was to think fast, find a way out before Clarke's men cornered him."Search the place," Clarke barked, a cold tone to his words as if shot from a stutter gun. His team spread out, ready for action, weapons out and loud shoes beating against the concrete.The pulse in Stephen's throat quickened. He had to do something now. If they found him, it was all over. He cursed himself inwardly at the lack of forethought, at letting his guard down. He scanned the factory for any signs of something that would give him an escape. The factory was like a maze, filled with old machinery and stacks of crates since time immemorial, but there were few alternative doors. And certainly not the main door—it was always unde