John Kent is completely distraughted by the news. He simply can't believe that his Uncle killed himself. His Uncle has never called in sick to work, not to talk more of being depressed, so what's the reason? He manages to drive to his Uncle's house without getting into an accident, and his wristwatch beeps to alert him that eleven o'clock. The servants are all standing outside, the two woman among them are holding each other and crying hard, the rest looks disheveled. John manages to stay calm, but he is panicking inside of him. If his Uncle is really gone, then this has changed a lot of things for him. “Where is he?” He asks the head servant. “In his bedroom, sir. We didn't know what to do. We thought of calling an ambulance before calling you, but–” “You did the right thing.” John nods. “No one should leave here, please. I don't want news spreading.” He walks into the house and the silence is so heavy on him. Even the house feels empty and eerie, like there is a strange p

Of course Linc is not going to go easily, but Roman is somehow able to drag him up to the rooftop. It's evening, the breeze is cold and slaps the skin. Linc growls and lays all the curses in the world on him. Roman lets go of him, and Linc falls on his ass. As if his day can't get even worse. “Linc, I'm here to save you, but I need you to help me do that.” Roman place his hands on his hips. “What's all the dirt you have on Anthony Petrov? Come on, help me out here.” “What?” Linc bares his teeth. “What the hell are you saying? Did the Professor put you up to this? Because he already assured me that you are my fucking replacement!” “Forget all those things he said, Linc.” Roman says. “I've never been on his side, okay? Give me something.” Linc stands up and beats the dust off his pants. “If you think I am going to give you anything, then you have another thing coming.” His large boots scrunches the tiny stones lining the ground as he stomps towards the door. “Come on, Linc, don

Stephanie bursts into tears when her daughter is finally in her hands again. It has been less than two days, but she feels like an eternity has passed. “I'm sorry, my darling, we couldn't find you earlier.” Stephanie cries. “I'm sorry, my dear daughter.” Athena laughs as her tiny hands wrap around her mother's neck. “Mum, don't worry. I don't want you to worry about me. I'm fine.” “Are you sure?” She examines every inch of her daughter's body. She can't tell how her daughter is about to stand here and giggle, after she was a victim of kidnapping. Alex is standing next to Roman, and Stephanie opens her hands to him too. In her arms, Alex lets down his guard just a little more than he has with anyone else.His small hands hang around her neck and a small sob leaves his mouth. “My Dad. My mum…” She picks him up and hugs him very tightly, her eyes getting filled with tears also. “I'm so sorry, Alex darling. You never deserved any of that.” Roman sees how vulnerable the young bo

"Finna, do you know who those people are?" Mr Beerson asks. They all have their eyes on John and the strange couple. "I've never seen them in my life." Finna replies. Their eyes doesn't even move an inch away as John speaks to the pitiable duo, and then hands a card to them. After that, he adjusts the cuffs of his jacket and starts to walk back to them. "Who are those people?" Mrs Beerson wastes no time to ask. "They don't look like they belong here. Don't tell me that you invited them for your Uncle's burial." "I may be wrong, but I could swear that I heard the lady sobbing through out the service. Who is she?" Mr Beerson asks. John won't even look them in the face. "No one, they were just lost. Wanted to go to the funeral home at the other side of town." Finna doesn't believe a single thing that John has said. She has been married to this man for eight, going to nine years, and she knows when her husband is lying. "But you gave them a card." Finna says with a tone of suspi

"Oh, Roman? No one that you should be worried about." John waves off. He takes the notepad from Kevin and cuts off the page with the writing, before asking him to put it in his pocket. "Listen, don't look all suspicious, as if you have seen a ghost. Roman is my friend, and he is the first person I want to introduce you to." The magic works. Kevin's face lights up immediately. "Really? Ha! At least I'm getting introduced to someone today." John agrees with a smile. "When do I get to see your wife and kid though? I have always wanted to be a real Uncle!" "Really soon, Kev. Really soon." If not for the streetlights that has been set in strategic distances, and the glowing headlights, it would feel like they are driving into a bottomless abyss. That's how dark the night is. Yet, John makes jokes as he drives towards the Croft mansion, telling Kevin nothing but good things about Roman. He paints a picture of a long-standing friendship between he and Roman, and also says that Roma