*SPLASH*Water flooded Terry's face, startling him awake. He tried to wipe the water from his face, but found that he couldn't move his hands. He couldn't even turn his head left or right. Blinking rapidly, he attempted to take in his surroundings.The woman he had initially intended to kidnap was standing with her hands on her hips beside where he lay bound. The room was small and enclosed, resembling an underground space.‘Where am I?’ he thought.Then he saw a man's face emerge near the woman, a face he recognised all too well."Rupert!" he shouted when he saw me, struggling to free himself from the restraints."Who told you to get rid of Meha?" I asked.Terry remained silent, still trying to break free from his bindings."No one can help you anymore, Terry... The friends you used to rely on are currently dealing with their own troubles. So, if you don't want to cooperate, I can't help you either. No one knows your whereabouts; no one is looking for you. Imagine how unfortunate it
Elliot stared at the message with wide eyes. He wanted to throw his phone to vent the sudden rush of emotions."What a useless young man! He failed his task just like that!! Meha even knows that the task came from me... Truly foolish."Elliot paced back and forth in his office, trying to figure out how to resolve this mess. Now that Meha had discovered his motive, his chance to get rid of her was gone."Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" he cursed inwardly, punching the air to release his frustration. After that, he walked over to the nightstand next to the sofa, poured himself a glass of bourbon, settled onto the couch, and began to analyse the situation.He reopened Meha's message, paying attention to where she might be at the moment, such as an underground room. However, there was a hospital bed in the photo. Where was that?His mind flashed to Rupert. ‘Could it be that he helped Meha? I remember that Terry isn't just an ordinary guy; he's been working out at the gym, and his body is bulky. There
"We did it, Meha."I sent a message to Meha, watching from behind the crowd of journalists as Dexter was caught and couldn't find any words to defend his actions, caught red-handed in an attempt to take a life on someone's orders."Who ordered you this time, Commissioner?""Is it true that it was at the behest of Margareth Merrick?""Margareth doesn't like Sonia and intends to get rid of her?"'Wait, why is the focus of the news going in that direction?' I panicked. Someone is exploiting this chaotic situation for their own benefit!"Darn it! I'm again trapped in Elliot's web that spreads like fungal hyphae."***Elliot, who was watching the news live on the TV in his office, panicked. He then contacted one of his acquaintances in the broadcast department and provided a scenario to clear his name."Damn it! Rupert almost had me trapped.""But where are Sonia and Camilla?"Elliot then called Meha's number, but it couldn't connect. He then called Camilla's number, and someone picked up.
Margareth saw Dexter, who was dying in the car, her hand reaching out to help Dexter get out of there, but she couldn't do it because of Dexter's large body. She saw Dexter looking at her."I'm so-sorry, Dexter. I didn't know you were in this car..." Margareth began to cry and tremble as she saw Dexter's condition.Although she had known about Dexter's feelings for her, she had chosen to enjoy Dexter's attention secretly. Dexter was her sweet escape. Whenever she needed, Dexter was the first person on her mind. That's why she didn't care if Tom was fooling around with women outside, except for Lyra, of course.If Tom's death didn't burden her, now seeing her secret love dying, it felt like her world was falling apart. She wasn't prepared to lose Dexter as well. Just last night, she told Dexter about Bash; she wanted to share her happiness with him. Even though she didn't know how Dexter felt about Bash, she knew that Dexter's feelings for her hadn't changed.All because of Elliot! She
The news of Bash, who killed Eric, the SWAT commander using only a pen in the infirmary, spread among the inmates. When Bash was returned to his regular cell after being in isolation for two long weeks, the other inmates looked at him differently; they no longer mocked him as he passed by. The inmates' perspective was one of caution. They understood that they had pushed Bash to his breaking point, and he could burst out at any moment. They observed him and kept their distance. Bash was capable of acting crazy if necessary. Lyan, too, was cautious. He knew all too well what Bash would be like when he had had enough. Even though his body had become thinner, worn, and weak, his eyes... His eyes were alive and harboured a deep-seated fire of resentment. Bash was no longer afraid to die, but he didn't want to die alone. He would drag anyone into the pit where he found himself. "Now you know what it feels like to be me," Lyan thought, "I hope this makes us even." The other inmates knew w
Lyan was taken to the infirmary afterwards, both of his hands broken from the stomping, but his pride shattered more than anything. He and Bash were placed in adjacent beds.Lyan had no intention of lowering his guard; his mind wandered far. Meanwhile, Bash merely glanced at his fellow inmate and then looked up to the ceiling.After the guard who brought Lyan left, leaving them alone in the room, Bash broke the silence."Is this the result of your foolishness again?""It's none of your business," Lyan replied curtly."Fine, suit yourself."Silence hung between the two of them. Both had too much pride to back down, especially Lyan, who still felt betrayed by Bash. However, as he looked at his friend sleeping beside him, he remembered how they used to get drunk together, engage in mischief, share laughter, and commit crimes together.Usually, Terry was the bridge between them, smoothing over their differences. But now, that foolish man was absent. Lyan didn't know how to break down the
Two days after the incident, Margareth was living in exile. She knew her actions had become known, and she was even more aware that from now on, Elliot would try to find a way to legitimise his murder.Elliot would craft the news as if he had acted in self-defence and was "forced" to disable her. So, the best course of action for her at the moment was to flee and avoid capture.She had to change her leather coat and replace it with old clothes she had found in the trash. She forcibly cut her hair, put on a beanie hat, and wore a worn-out mask.She would go to the park when night fell, lie among the flowers, and weep for her fate, regretting the unfortunate turn of events. If only her husband Tom hadn't behaved so defiantly, everything could still be forgiven.Suddenly, a flashlight illuminated her tearful face, and she quickly covered her face with her hand."Hey! You're not allowed there! You're damaging public property!" yelled a social worker.Margareth's aged body couldn't react a
"Anne, love... Wake up, I need you.""Mm... But we did it twice last night, Dan..." Anne protested, and I smiled as I heard her."So what? Can't I ask for the third or fourth time?" I teased while gently caressing her still-closed eyes."Uugh... Not today, I'm so tired..." Anne requested."Hmm... Even though I want to but, this isn't about that, Anne. Margareth is here. Can you help me inform Pops about her?"Anne fell silent, but I knew she was listening to my words."Is this your way of waking me up, Dan? This isn't funny," Anne responded sceptically."I'm serious; she needs protection.""And it’s your duty because? Wait... I have to convince myself this isn't a dream." Anne got up from her lay position, leaned against the headboard, and looked at me sharply."What's your consideration?" she finally asked, indicating she was ready for a discussion."Do you remember the agreement between Tom and Elliot? Since I can't find him, and my source can't either, we can rely solely on Margare
"Nobody move unless you want this bullet to pierce through this old man's skull!" Gatsby ordered, aiming the barrel of his pistol at the president's temple. The head of state instructed his men to comply with Gatsby's command."The four of you, follow me," Gatsby pointed at me, Elliot, Helen, and Kellan.Gatsby entered the City Hall and proceeded upstairs to Elliot's office, dragging the defenseless president along. Elliot grinned with satisfaction at the chaos caused by Gatsby. He knew he had been branded as a terrorist, especially since the one he was holding hostage was the president.He wouldn't live long after this, but he didn't want to fall alone. There had to be someone dragged along with him, someone responsible for his downfall, something he had fought for for years.That someone was Rupert, aka Danzel, and Helen Harrington, the siblings.Upon arriving at Elliot's room, Gatsby forced the president to sit in Elliot's desk chair, while Elliot gestured for me, Helen, and Kellan
Elliot never received any news about Alex's attack on Dustown Prison, nor did he want to inquire. His attention was occupied by the preparations for the President's visit, just a day away.As long as he didn't receive any notice from his aides regarding Dustown Prison, he would assume everything was fine. If there were even a hint of news about Dustown Prison, he'd be sure to know. But since Alex's request back then, there hadn't been any further requests. The atmosphere was completely calm without any issues. Elliot figured Alex might have backed off from attacking Dustown Prison knowing he was preoccupied with many matters."Kellan, have you found out who that mysterious donor is?" Elliot asked his secretary, having replaced his previous one because Sonia didn't approve.Kellan, his current secretary, shook his head. "No, Sir. He's truly mysterious. What should we do? He specifically requested to sit next to you. Should we still accommodate that request? Especially now that there's
Elliot's eyes widened as he discovered Rupert's hiding place. He chuckled dismissively, 'No wonder the police never found him all this time,' he thought. Then he recalled Erwin's presence, the young man who remained closed off and impenetrable to him. The only employee under his command whom he couldn't control. Yet, due to his good performance, he couldn't just dismiss him. 'Besides, he's not in a critical sector,' he reasoned, choosing to overlook Erwin, but his judgment back then was wrong. Unbeknownst to him, Erwin had been forging alliances there, a fact that escaped his notice. *** "[Elliot has discovered your connection with Erwin; he and Alex plan to attack Dustown Prison tonight,]" reported the system. "Anne is still in critical condition. Do something to prevent them from coming here tonight," I pleaded with the system. The doctors finished observing Anne, and she was moved to a treatment room, almost her entire body wrapped in bandages. The doctor also mentioned the res
Erwin drove us straight to Dustown Prison. Anne was still unconscious, and I supported her head in the back seat. Her condition was truly alarming, I couldn't bear to hold her body, afraid she'd feel more pain. Erwin called Ralph and ordered him to prepare competent doctors at the prison. Every second felt like a crossroads for me, constantly monitoring Anne's chest to ensure she was still breathing. I held my breath with every long inhale she took, trying to manage her pain. "Hurry, Er!" I urged Erwin. "Quiet! Don't command me!" Erwin snapped. I knew he was trying to navigate through the traffic in the Dustown city center; for this one, the system couldn't help because the streets were crowded with people, not because of traffic. Erwin repeatedly honked his horn to clear the pedestrians from the road. Several times, he had to brake suddenly as they crossed unexpectedly, truly testing his patience. After being stuck in the traffic jam for a long 30 minutes, our car finally gained s
About fifty people gathered in front of Jackie's Bar, arriving individually with their preferred modes of transportation from various corners of the city—some on motorcycles, skateboards, scooters, bicycles, cars, or by foot.There was no communication among them; they simply glanced at each other to determine if they shared the same purpose, exchanging a code by raising their left palm upwards, a symbol representing their Dandelion Organization, signifying a dandelion stem always seeking the sun.Without the need for lengthy discussions, they collectively entered Jackie's bar. Two formidable guards who had stood at the front door couldn't stop them and were pushed inside.A ceasefire ensued inside between the Dandelion Operation faction and Jackie's henchmen. Witnessing the chaos, Jackie stealthily retreated through the back door, leaving it all to his men. He valued his life too much.He cursed under his breath before calling someone, "You convinced me that he works alone! You said
Hearing the information from the system, I immediately headed to Jackie's place. Night was falling, the streets were getting crowded, and the city was brightened by decorative lights along the roads. Visitors from out of town, eager to witness the carnival in Dustown, flooded the pubs, hotels, and eateries.The city seemed to come alive again with stalls and food trucks lining the streets, creating long queues. It overwhelmed me to drive quickly through the chaos. While people were enjoying themselves, I was lost in thoughts about Anne's fate.*Honk* *Honk*My horn sounded at the drivers who parked recklessly along the street. I was truly impatient, especially with the drunken revelers who were barely conscious as night approached.I almost collided with a group of teenagers crossing the road without looking. I honked loudly, causing them to bang and hit the hood of my car. But I had no time to deal with them.Luckily, after passing the town square, the crowd lessened. I accelerated,
"I paced back and forth in Erwin's office, anxious as I hadn't received any recent updates about Anne. Not from Erwin's informants, nor from the system or Helen. I disliked this feeling, my intuition restless, sensing that Anne wasn't okay.Erwin, engrossed in his book, glanced at me from the corner of his eye, growing irritated as I disrupted his concentration."Tsk! Take one more step, and I'll kick you out," Erwin declared, unable to contain his frustration. His book remained untouched, the pages unturned due to my actions."Do you really have no information?" I asked again, wearing a pleading expression as I approached him."No, if I had any, you'd be the first to know. Now, get out of my space, or I'll have to force you out," Erwin commanded firmly. He was actually waiting for information that hadn't arrived yet. However, he masked it by focusing on more productive matters, unlike me.Right after that, Ralph arrived, carrying a vial bottle filled with thick white liquid. He was s
Alex was furious, howling like a possessed person, ordering his men to search once again, this time more meticulously. Meanwhile, he returned to the room to interrogate Camilla.The woman was far too relaxed about Anne's disappearance, even seeming pleased. Camilla must know something! That's what Alex thought. This time, he was determined to interrogate Camilla until she spoke. He wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she didn't talk."You!" Alex barked, striding quickly across the room toward the startled Camilla, who was taken aback by Alex's sudden rage. She dropped the magazine she was reading and stood up. Alex approached her and immediately grabbed Camilla by the throat, her eyes bulging from the intense pressure on her neck."Tell me where Anne is! I'm not joking around. Your death is in my hands right now," threatened Alex, his eyes bloodshot, his hand muscles bulging as he tightened his grip around Camilla's throat.Camilla knew her chance to play around had ended. She also figur
“You’re delusional. I don't want anything,” answered Camilla, her lips curved into a sweet smile for Anne. Of course, Anne didn't immediately believe her, convincing herself to remain cautious around Camilla.Throughout her life, Camilla had always treated her badly, harboring negative thoughts about her. Initially, Anne had always wanted to understand the reasons behind Camilla's behavior, until she realized it was futile—Camilla's judgment of her was already formed, no matter how hard she tried to show kindness. Camilla remained steadfast and eventually deemed Anne as a mere attention-seeker.Since then, Anne realized she didn't need to waste energy on people who hated her because they would continue to do so. She had to focus on those who loved her, not many in number but sufficient for her.Thinking about it made her heart ache once again; now those people were gone, Pops and Dr. Bertha, whom she considered as her own father figures. Meha, who had been like the elder sister she ne