Logan's senses slowly returned as he found himself in a cold, dark room. The atmosphere was heavy, and the surroundings felt like a basement, with the faint scent of dampness in the air. Panic seized him as he realized he was bound to a chair, his arms and legs securely tied. He struggled, pulling against the tight restraints, but the ropes held fast.A mocking voice sliced through the darkness. "You shouldn't bother, Logan. Those ropes are designed to withstand far more struggle than you can muster."The words sent a chill down Logan's spine, and he craned his neck to see the source of the voice. The basement light bulb flickered to life, revealing his former boss, Mr. Williams, standing before him, a malicious grin etched across his face. Beside Mr. Williams stood a hulking stranger, an imposing figure who appeared to be his bodyguard.Laughter echoed through the grim room as Mr. Williams leaned in closer to Logan. "You thought you could find me, didn't you, Logan? You thought you c
As Logan emerged from the fiery basement into the building's first floor, he found himself in a living nightmare. Smoke and flames consumed the hallway in both directions, cutting off any easy escape. The acrid odor of burning wood and chemicals filled the air, choking him as he gasped for breath. Panic surged through him as he realized that his path to the front door was blocked by an inferno.Desperation drove him to the back of the house, and with each step, the fire crept closer. He reached a room with a window, its glass panes already starting to crack from the heat. Without hesitation, Logan smashed the window with his elbow, sending shards of glass tinkling to the ground outside. The escape route was within reach, but as he jumped through the window, the fire followed him.There was a deafening explosion as the room ignited, a searing burst of flames that sent Logan flying through the air. The blast singed his clothes and burned his skin, but fate was on his side. He landed wit
Logan had been simmering with anger ever since he watched the news about his former boss, Mr. Williams, turning himself in at the police station. His frustration reached a boiling point, and he couldn't contain his temper any longer. The need for justice consumed him, and he decided to take matters into his own hands.With a determined look on his face, he retrieved his phone and dialed the number he had found for the original owner of the canteen, Mr. Peterson. The phone rang, and a female voice answered, "Hello, who is this?"Logan wasted no time and replied urgently, "I have urgent information for Mr. Peterson. It's about your former employee, Mr. Williams."The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hold on, please. I'll see if Mr. Peterson is available."Logan tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for the main owner to come on the line. He had no intention of waiting for too long, given the urgency of the situation. Finally, a man's voice came through t
As they stood outside, away from prying eyes, Daniel pressed Logan for an explanation.Logan hesitated but decided to reveal part of the truth. "My former boss has been sending people to hassle me since he returned. He even tasked me with paying him for the damage to the store. It's been a nightmare, Danny."Daniel's eyes widened in shock. "Why didn't you tell anyone about this, Logan? We could have helped you deal with this mess."Logan shrugged, a hint of shame in his voice. "Those guys who damaged the store that day mentioned my name. I thought I could handle it myself, but it's spiraled out of control."Daniel's concern for his friend was evident. "Look, Logan, you don't have to go through this alone. We're in this together, okay? How much does he want, and how can we resolve this?"Logan sighed with relief, touched by Daniel's support. "He's asking for a substantial amount monthly, but I would handle it."Daniel patted Logan on the back. "Then we'll split the cost, my friend. We'
As the new day dawned, Logan was determined to take action. He had an important message to deliver to the main owner of the canteen, and he couldn't afford to waste any time. With the precious evidence he had gathered, Logan understood that he needed to act swiftly.First, he decided to call the main owner from a payphone, not wanting to risk exposing his own number. He dialed the number and waited anxiously as it rang. When the owner answered, he could sense the suspicion in the man's voice."Hello, who is this?" In response, Logan tried to brush off the man's question by responding, "who i am doesn't matter..." But before he could conclude the sentence, Mr Peterson interupted abstruptly, "and how do you expect me to trust you if you won't tell me who you are?" He demanded, clearly still wary from the previous day's call.Logan didn't waste any time and got straight to the point. "I don't have the luxury of time for introductions. What you need to know is that your life is in danger.
Logan had returned from the bathroom, resolved and determined to protect the main owner and acquire the canteen. He knew that he had to face this dangerous journey alone, relying on his resourcefulness and wit. As he reentered the hallway, his senses sharpened, and he became acutely aware of the silence in the house. An eerie stillness seemed to have settled.The feeling that something was amiss gnawed at Logan, growing with every passing moment. Strange movements in the house began to register in his ears, causing his heart to race. He couldn't ignore the urgency building within him, like a warning that something bad was about to happen.Logan decided to act cautiously, so he opened the bathroom door without making a sound and peered into the hallway. What he saw sent a chill down his spine. A man, a complete stranger, was trying to enter one of the rooms upstairs. Logan noticed the silenced pistol holstered at the man's side, and it sent shivers down his spine.Determined not to be
Mr. Williams paced angrily in his dimly lit room, his face contorted with frustration. The unsettling call from Logan had thrown him off balance. He couldn't fathom why Logan had returned to haunt him, like a persistent ghost from his past."Why did that damn Logan come back?" Williams bellowed to the empty room, his voice echoing in the silence.One of his loyal goons, who had been nearby, overheard the outburst and cautiously entered the room. "Boss, what's the problem?" he asked, concern etched on his face.Williams turned to his underling, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Logan! He's back, and I can't for the life of me figure out why."The goon nodded understandingly, knowing well that Logan had caused their boss plenty of trouble in the past. Without another word, Williams ordered, "Get everyone here tonight. I want our whole group to guard this place. We won't let Logan ruin everything we've worked so hard for."The goon hurriedly left to relay the message, makin
Carter's father arrived at the location Mr. Williams had given him, a wealthy and powerful figure accustomed to late-night meetings that concerned him. As he stepped out of his sleek black car, he was greeted by Mr. Williams himself, who welcomed him with a nod of respect."I'm sorry for dragging you out here at this hour," Mr. Williams began, his tone respectful.Carter's father acknowledged the sentiment with a curt nod, understanding the urgency of their situation. "I understand your concerns but my son's peace of mind is worth more than my sleep." They settled into comfortable armchairs, pouring themselves drinks as the minutes ticked away.Hours passed, and the clock struck midnight. Carter's father couldn't help but feel anxious and impatient. He turned to Mr. Williams, his voice laced with concern. "I thought you said the kid would be here right away. Why is he taking so long?"Mr. Williams sighed, his expression troubled. "I received a strange call from Logan. I thought he was