Clara stood in front of Franklin's house for a while, hoping he would come home soon. But after waiting for about 15 minutes, there was no sign of Franklin's arrival. Feeling disappointed, Clara decided to try contacting Franklin once again.She took out her cell phone and dialed Franklin's number. A dial tone was heard, but there was no answer. After a few rings, the call was transferred to voicemail. Clara let out a long sigh, frustrated that Franklin was still unreachable."Franklin, it's me Clara. I've been in front of your house but you're not there. Please call me right away," Clara said, leaving a voice message.After hanging up, Clara looked at Franklin's house once again. She felt sad and disappointed that her plan to meet Franklin had failed miserably. Not only was Franklin not there, but Sarah's cold attitude also added to her heartache.Finally Clara decided to go home. With shaky steps she walked to her car. All the way home, various thoughts raged in her mind. Why is Fra
Meanwhile, inside a dark and dank building, Franklin woke up with a headache. The air was bone-chillingly cold, and there was little light coming through the cracks in the walls. Franklin tried to remember what happened, but his mind was still fuzzy. With difficulty, he tried to get up, but his legs felt weak. Pain radiated through his body, making every movement difficult. He realized that his hands were tied tightly, and there was little room to move.Franklin cast his eyes around, trying to figure out where he was. The place felt unfamiliar, with a musty smell and the sound of dripping water adding to the gloomy impression. There were no windows, just cold concrete walls surrounding him. The large metal door in the corner of the room seemed tightly closed, and although Franklin tried to reach for the handle, his efforts were futile. The door was firmly locked.With all his might, Franklin tried to untie the knots in his hands. However, the harder he tried, the stronger the bonds b
Franklin was still lying on the cold concrete floor. His body felt weak, and the pain continued to radiate throughout his muscles. His breathing was labored, not only because of the pain tormenting his body, but also because of the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind. Every second that passed seemed to be a reminder of how desperate her situation was. However, she knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to stay focused and find an opening to escape.The atmosphere in the room was getting tense. The concrete walls surrounding Franklin felt more and more constricting, adding to the heavy weight pressing down on his chest. In the corners of the room, droplets of water fell to the floor in a monotonous rhythm, as if marking the cruel passing of time. The light coming in through the cracks in the walls was almost useless, leaving only dark shadows dancing around the room. The sound of the wind rustling outside the building could be heard faintly, adding to the deep sense of iso
Inside a luxurious room with classic décor and dim lighting, the boss sat in a large cushioned chair, enjoying a glass of red wine while contemplating. The room was filled with expensive furniture and artistic ornaments, reflecting the high taste and wealth of the owner. The large windows on the side of the room provided a glittering night view of the city, although the heavy curtains were slightly open, as if to maintain privacy.The boss, a middle-aged man with neatly combed silvery hair and a firm jaw, wore an elegant black suit. His face full of strokes of experience looked calm, yet there was a sharp glint in his eyes that showed he was always on guard, always ready for anything. His hand held the wine glass casually, but his strong fingers gripped it tightly, as if never really letting his guard down.Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and one of his men entered with quick but respectful steps. The man, dressed in a simple black suit, approached his boss with his head slight
Sarah sat in the living room of her quiet house, her eyes fixed on the clock that rang softly every second. It was already eleven o'clock at night, but Franklin, her son, hadn't come home yet. An uneasy feeling began to creep into her heart. Usually, Franklin would always let her know if he was coming home late, but tonight there was not a single text or call.Outside, the evening breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of the jasmine flowers that Sarah always tended to in the front yard. However, that night, even the fragrance of her favorite flowers couldn't calm her anxious heart. She tried to think positively, maybe Franklin was just working late and forgot to give her news. But, as time passed, her worries deepened.Sarah got up from the sofa, walking to the kitchen to make a cup of hot tea, hoping it would ease her anxiety. As she waited for the water to boil, her mind kept spinning. Did something happen at the office? Was Franklin okay? She decided to call Franklin's secretary,
Sarah hurried home at a brisk pace, though her heart was filled with anxiety. Her heart fully expected that when she got home, Franklin would already be in the living room, probably asleep on the couch with the television still on. However, when she opened the front door, the house was deserted. There was no sign of Franklin.Sarah stood in the doorway, pensive for a moment, before small, hesitant steps approached from the direction of the kitchen. Vina, Franklin's sister, appeared with a worried look on her face. "Mama," she said quietly, her eyes full of worry. "Franklin has been unreachable since last night. I've tried calling him many times, but there's no answer."Sarah felt her heart grow heavy. She set her bag down on the side table and sat in the chair by the door, trying to catch her labored breath. Her mind raced, trying to find a plausible explanation. "Maybe she just ran out of batteries, honey," Sarah tried to calm herself, though her voice sounded weak. "Or maybe she sle
Amanda arrives at her magnificent home after her meeting with Franklin. From the outside, the house looks like an ideal place to live, with its charming classical architecture and spacious courtyard. However, behind the beauty, there was a darkness that kept haunting Amanda's mind. Her steps were quick as she headed to the master bedroom upstairs, trying to shake off the anxiety that had suddenly surfaced after her encounter with Franklin.As soon as she entered the room, Amanda shut the door loudly, making the previously quiet room feel tense. The room was spacious, with large windows overlooking the back garden. However, Amanda didn't care about the beautiful view outside. She went straight to the large mirror at the side of the room, staring at her own reflection with a doubt-filled gaze.Franklin's words kept ringing in her mind. "People will be looking for me. They won't keep quiet." That sentence made Amanda uneasy. Although she had planned everything carefully, there was someth
That morning, Vina was sitting at her desk, trying to focus on the lesson at hand. However, her mind kept wandering, worried about Franklin who hadn't come home yet. She had been trying to contact her brother since last night, but there was no answer. The silence from the other end of the phone made Vina even more anxious, but she tried to calm herself down. Maybe Franklin was just busy, she thought, though her gut feeling told her otherwise.Recess arrived, and Vina soon joined her friends in the cafeteria. They talked about the usual things-schoolwork, weekend plans-but Vina wasn't really listening. Her mind kept going to Franklin. She could only hope that when she got home, her brother would already be home.Suddenly, one of her friends, Rina, approached her with a serious expression. "Vina, have you seen the news this morning?" asked Rina in a worried tone.Vina frowned. "What news?" she asked, feeling that something was wrong.Rina took out her cell phone and showed a news story