In the city jail, Kale Justinbaste, whose real identity was Zack White, was forcefully escorted by two stern-looking guards. His expression betrayed a mix of anger and betrayal."Let go of me, you filthy rats!" he spat, gritting his teeth.The guards shoved Zack forward, disregarding his protests. As they reached the entrance, Zack scanned the gloomy surroundings, his anger intensifying."Damn it. How did it come to this?" he muttered to himself, disbelief clouding his thoughts.Inside, the atmosphere was tense, filled with the sounds of clinking chains and distant shouts. Zack's unease grew as he was led through dimly lit corridors, his instincts warning him that something was very wrong."Move it, scum!" barked one of the jail guards.Zack stumbled forward, his anger boiling over. Whirling around to confront the guards, he asserted, "You have no right to treat me like this! I demand to speak to someone in charge!"The guards exchanged a knowing glance, a hint of amusement dancing in
In a country a thousand miles away from Magrao City, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tastefully decorated living room of Lucille Bmak's home. She sat by the window, cradling a cup of steaming coffee in her hands, her gaze drifting out over the tranquil surroundings.“Three years. Three years of peace and quiet,” Lucille reflected, her voice soft with contentment.A thousand days feels like a long time for Zack White, but it has passed by like a blessing for Lucille.For three years, Lucille had enjoyed peace and quiet, far removed from the chaos Zack and Drake had brought into her life."I want this forever," she sighed contentedly, savoring the tranquility.There was a palpable sense of relief in Lucille's voice as she contemplated the time that had passed since Zack White's imprisonment. For once, she felt truly safe, free from the constant fear of their threat."Maybe no one will bother me anymore," she muttered to herself, a flicke
Drake Chwe smiled widely as he stretched his arms, letting the warm sun hit his face, feeling refreshed after another peaceful morning. “Let me check on my morning vitamin first,” he hummed, opening the jail’s website to check on Zack White. Checking the state of his prisoner before beginning his day had become part of his morning routine, providing him with ease and security.“Okay, good, he’s all battered up as usual,” he said with satisfaction, observing Zack's bad state. “How does it feel to be in a living hell?” he snorted.“Who are you talking to?” Aunt Ling asked as she entered Drake’s room, now serving as his maid instead of Eleanor’s.“No one,” Drake said, placing down his phone and accepting the warm water Aunt Ling brought him. “So, did Eleanor agree?” he asked.“What do you expect?” Aunt Ling sighed.“It's been years. She still hates you?” he remarked.“Sadly, yes,” Aunt Ling sighed again.“What did you do for her to hate you like that?” he inquired, a question he had ask
In a dimly lit office within the city jail, the Chief, a middle-aged man with a stern demeanor, paced back and forth while two jail officers, Officer Mike and Officer Peres, stood nervously in front of his desk.“Where is he?! How could this happen?!” the chief yelled.“Sir, we're still trying to piece it together. It's like he vanished into thin air,” Officer Peres said.“Vanished?! He's important! He doesn't just vanish!” the chief exclaimed exasperatedly.“We did a sweep of the entire facility, Chief. Every nook and cranny. There's no sign of him,” Officer Mike added.“This is a disaster. How are we supposed to explain this to our client? How long can we hide the fact that Kale Justinbaste escaped?” the chief said, massaging his temples.It had been a week since Kale Justinbaste escaped from the prison, and it had also been a week since they had been streaming Kale’s imprisonment using old footage. Each passing moment felt like a ticking bomb as they waited anxiously for their clie
Drake seethed with self-directed anger, more furious at himself than at the revelation of Eleanor and Lucille talking behind his back. He scrolled through Eleanor's phone, his hands trembling as it revealed Lucille living a seemingly content life without him."What did I do wrong?" he mused aloud, his voice laced with frustration."Why ask me? You must have done something more than just a simple misunderstanding," Eleanor retorted, snatching the phone from his grasp. "So, what are you going to do?""What else?" Drake responded, his tone exasperated. He surveyed his room, cluttered with games, action figures, Legos, and toys—his refuge during the three years of solitude. Not a day passed without worry and longing for Lucille, and it was his games that provided solace amidst the frustration and hopelessness of her absence. Doubt crept in again as he questioned his ability to find her, wondering if she was deliberately evading him because she loathed him."I have to find her," he muttere
Lucille Bmak's residence had become the talk of the neighborhood, attracting curious gazes from its neighbors. Once a simple villa with a spacious yard exuding tranquility, it had transformed almost overnight. Tall walls and imposing gates now shielded it from prying eyes, obscuring the yard and even the roof from view."Are these the names of all the security personnel that have been hired?" Lucille inquired, her tone precise as she meticulously reviewed each name in her system to ensure none of them posed a threat or had connections to Drake, Zack, or anyone else with a system."They are indeed, madam. The 100 additional security personnel you requested," Harold, her trusted butler for three years, replied with a concerned expression. He hesitated before voicing his question, "But, madam, why the sudden increase in security?""You wouldn't understand," Lucille sighed in frustration. "Just ensure no outsider can breach our defenses.""If there's a threat, perhaps we should seek assis
Inside Lucille's house, the dimly lit corridors exuded an eerie aura as Zack White prowled through them, his presence ominous and foreboding. His eyes gleamed with a dark resolve as he approached Lucille's study, his heart pulsing with venomous intent."Finally... the moment I've been waiting for," he whispered to himself. He tried to be as quiet as possible so that no one could detect him."I'll kill you once I'm done with my task," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. Despite the vigilant guards stationed at every corner of Lucille's house, Zack's movements remained undetected. He used a system device to camouflage himself through the guards.Peering into the study, he observed Lucille seated at her desk, completely absorbed in her work, unaware of his presence. Zack's lips curled into a sneer as he watched her, memories of past torment flooding his mind."You thought you could hide from me, Lucille. But I always find my prey," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "How dar
When faced with a choice between life and death, the decision might seem obvious to most. Yet, Lucille Bmak's response was anything but expected. Though she typically valued her own survival above all else, this time she made a different choice."F*ck you!" Lucille spat defiantly, refusing to entertain whatever offer Zack White had in store. Having fallen into Drake's traps before, she was adamant about not allowing herself to be ensnared by another chain, even if it meant facing death."This is the last time I'm asking you. Listen to me, or—" Zack seethed, tightening his grip around her neck."I don't care! Kill me!" Lucille exclaimed, though her body trembled with fear. Summoning a forced smile, she added, "You've repeated yourself three times now. You sound like the one who needs me.""Who needs who?" Zack White yelled, his fury palpable. Despite his rage, he found himself unable to carry out Lucille's demise.Rebecca, the veteran user of the system, who had once bestowed favors up