Immediately Joe arrived home, the first thing he did was start working on his idea. He didn’t tell anyone about it. He had a feeling that if he told them they would try to talk him out of it. Joe’s plan was simple: Find MR.Adam. Joe had a feeling that the gang was behind his kidnapping and he knew that the only way he could find Mr.Adam was by visiting the gang’s hideout spot. He glanced through his phone for the information that Victor had sent to him in the past that had the name of some of the locations. There were only few specified a hideout spot, Joe decided to message Victor. The next day, Joe paced around his office, his phone in hand, repeatedly checking for any updates from Victor. Joe’s text messages and calls had gone unanswered, and the silence was beginning to eat at him. Just as Joe sat down, staring blankly at his computer screen, Timothy and John barged in, their faces serious. “Joe,” Timothy started, his voice urgent. “We visited the police station again, a

Joe’s eyes widened as he stared at the small, bloodied object in front of him on the table. His face turned paled, and he took more steps back. “You have to be kidding me,” he said, in a lowered tone. “Is that...a finger?” John, standing opposite Joe, nodded grimly. “It is. And there’s more.” John reached into his pocket and handed Joe a folded note. Joe hesitated, his hand trembling as he took it and unfolded it. His eyes grew even wider as he read the words scrawled in bold, red ink: *Mr. Adam’s finger. More of his body parts will follow if you continue to meddle.’ Joe looked up at John. His shocked expression turned to a look of sadness. “They know I’ve been snooping around.” He managed to say, and his voice came out cracked as he spoke. John folded his arms across his chest. “I told you to let the police handle this, but no, you wouldn’t listen. Now look where we are.” Joe didn’t respond immediately. He set the note down on the table beside the severed finge

Night came by really fast and Together Joe and Timothy prepared to set out. Just before they left, Lady Penelope called them. “Boys,” her voice crackled through the car speaker. “I want you to be extremely careful tonight. Creed is not someone to underestimate.” “We’ll be careful, Lady Penelope,” Joe reassured her. “Just keep your eyes open and don’t do anything reckless,” she added. Joe glanced at Timothy, who nodded silently. “We’ve got this,” Joe said before ending the call. Joe sounded hopeful and brave but within he felt otherwise. He didn’t want anybody to know about this. He kept a firm look as he started the engine. “So this is it.” He muttered to himself but it seemed that Timothy had heard him. He glanced his way not saying a word. As they drove toward Creed’s house, the atmosphere in the car shifted as Joe’s thoughts seem to consume him. During that moment he glanced at Timothy, deciding to make small talk with him so he could chase away those thoughts. “Ho

Joe’s mind raced as he left Lady Penelope’s house, the weight of his conversation with her still heavy on his shoulders. He needed to clear the air with Timothy, especially after his reckless actions the previous night. The concern in Timothy's eyes had hit Joe hard, and he knew he needed to make things right. Driving through the city, Joe’s thoughts shifted to the strained relationship with his friend. Timothy had always been there for him, offering guidance and support. Joe couldn’t afford to push him away, not now. He needed Timothy more during this moment. He knew he couldn’t handle working alone. Arriving at the corporate building owned by Timothy’s dad, Joe walked through the lobby, nodding politely to the receptionist. He wasn’t here to discuss business; he was here to talk to Timothy. He asked for directions to Timothy’s office and was quickly escorted up to the top floor. When he reached the office, the door was ajar, and Joe knocked lightly before stepping inside. Timo

Joe followed the car at a close distance, keeping his headlights dim. Every turn the car made, Joe slowed down, careful not to get too close. He didn’t want John to suspect that someone was tailing him. His heart raced with curiosity as he stared at the car. ‘What was John up to? Who had picked him up, and why the secrecy? ‘ Joe muttered to himself. He focused back on the road, ignoring the gnawing questions in his head. But as they moved closer to the city center, the streets began to change. Colorful lights danced in the air, and the faint sound of music grew louder. Joe frowned, glancing around at the people starting to fill the streets. Bright costumes, painted faces, and laughter surrounded him. “Of course,” Joe muttered under his breath. “The carnival.” The annual city carnival was in full swing, and Joe had completely forgotten about it. It was one of the most significant events in the city, drawing thousands of people from all around the city. Now, those people clo