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
"You're the one who's going to say it," Anne nudged me as she saw her grandpa, Mr. Rocky, entering the dining room. I, in the middle of sipping my coffee, nearly choked. "But you said 'okay' earlier," I replied. "I couldn't bear to ruin his day," Anne gestured towards Mr. Rocky, who appeared cheerful this morning, making scrambled eggs while whistling. "Good morning, Pops," Anne greeted, "Did you dream of something lovely last night?" "Mm... something like that," Mr. Rocky smiled, then poured his scrambled eggs onto his plate, grabbed a glass of milk, and sat down, getting ready to eat. Anne nudged me again, "Say it," she urged. "Let him enjoy his breakfast first," I replied, calmly sipping my coffee. Anne nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, my mind had been sorting through the words I would use to tell him about Margareth's presence in his house. I had to take responsibility; it was me who let the old woman in earlier this morning. I shouldn't burden Anne with it. "What do you wan
"Pops," Anne greeted her grandfather, who was sitting alone in the stable, looking at his horses. At times like this, she wondered where the sudden burst of energy in her grandfather's steps came from.The old man remained silent, avoiding Anne's gaze. Anne's heart sank, seeing her grandfather's reaction."Pops, if you're uncomfortable, should I send that old woman away right now?" Anne asked while hugging her grandfather from the side. "I don't want to see Pop sad," she pleaded again.Mr. Rocky didn't immediately respond to Anne; he took a deep breath, carefully weighing his words. If you were to say he was angry, that was a certainty, but he also understood that Danzel had likely made a decision thoughtfully. He wanted to respect that, but it didn't mean he couldn't respond. He wouldn't openly oppose it, but he wouldn't openly support it either."Pops..." Anne pleaded with a sad face, causing Mr Rocky's defences to crumble."I'm fine. But please keep that woman away from my radius,
Dr Bertha stepped forward, ready to throw a punch at me, but I immediately caught and twisted his arm, along with his other hand."Let go! You can't do this to me, Danzel! You've gone too far!! I will kill that woman before I reunite with my wife and daughter! That's the only thing that keeps me at peace; let go!!"Hearing the man's words, Margaret became even more convinced that she hadn't misheard earlier. Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling like she had heard that name somewhere before, but her ageing mind didn't quite connect the dots."What's going on?!" Anne, who had just entered, asked, seeing me restraining Dr Bertha, who was still struggling to break free."Doctor! What did you call him just now? He's Rupert. Have you taken your medication?" Anne's quick reaction made me realise that Dr Bertha had been calling me by my old name all this time. Fortunately, Anne came to save the situation.Dr Bertha fell silent for a moment before realising his mistake. He pretended to struggle agai
"How did this happen?" a journalist asked Erwin as he exited the Dustown Prison gate to meet them. His cold and expressionless face, along with his tall, muscular build, made him look like a lion. The albatrosses kept their distance."Human error," Erwin replied shortly, but it raised more questions from the journalists."Does that mean this prison is easy to break out of? Should the outside community be worried if prisoners escape and threaten their safety one day?""As long as I'm in charge here, NO. Have you seen a single prisoner successfully escape?""How are the prisoners doing now?""They're all unharmed, and we'll soon rebuild the southern wing to provide them with the proper facilities as mandated by the law.""This is a significant issue during your leadership. Will you step down after this?"Erwin looked at the journalist who asked that while others moved their microphones closer to catch Erwin's response."If there's someone better than me, why not," Erwin finally answered
[I have informed Meha already.]‘Thank God, ask them to leave Dustown temporarily. Contact my helicopter operator to pick them up right now.’[Done.]‘Alright, what should I do now? Where are they taking us?’[Based on their communication and the destination point on the map, you will be taken to an old warehouse on the city's outskirts.]‘Will they harm me and Margareth there, or will they just detain and interrogate us?’[From Elliot's conversation with this lot, he ordered your murder. I will find a way to get you out of here.]‘Choose a secluded location; I don't want many witnesses. I might escape from the crocodile's mouth only to enter the lion's den. It will be harder to leave if people see me helping Margareth escape.’[Sure.][After passing the railroad tracks, this car will turn in five minutes. There are no more residential areas there. You can get off there, and I will request outside assistance to rescue you. There's a discarded firearm in the trash bin.]‘What?’ I asked
"Dan... Wake up, you're so weak," a voice grumbled with concern. I heard it somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness as if my subconscious mind was pulling me closer to surrender to the comfort being offered."Come on, Dan, I can't carry you alone; I have to get back soon. Open your eyes! Open!" Erwin commanded, slapping my cheeks hard. I instantly sat up, blinking.Automatically, I examined my entire body, which appeared to be intact, except for my clothes, which were torn and burned in places.I was inside an abandoned cabin filled with dust."Dan! Focus! I'll leave you here. You know where to go next, right? I have to return to the prison before suspicions arise. Welcome to Operation Dandelion," Erwin patted my shoulder, smiling, I assumed, because he hadn't removed his head cover, probably paranoid about being discovered."Operation Dandelion?" I asked the words lingering in my memory."You can ask the system about it," Erwin replied shortly. His eyes darted around, and
"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