Brrrrr, brrrrr, brrrrr I snapped my eyes open, trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light in the room. I looked around confused before it suddenly dawned on me again. The event that happened in the past twenty-four hours came rushing in. The incompetent tech executives. The products that went missing. I stormed out of the office and that noise. That excruciating noise that bled my ears out. Omg, minutes. I’m in Singapore; next, I’m eight months behind, at Crest Fall, back to where everything all started. A bitter chuckle left my lips. Nothing is genuinely forever. Brerrr, brrrr. I searched around my mat irritably for the button phone. Whoever had the audacity to call me at this time better have something good to say. And it better not be Mia. My hands finally reached for it under the mat. An unknown caller. A button phone didn’t work like cell phones, which show you the caller ID. I picked still. “Hello?” A female voice rang through the call line. “Hello, is this Draven Quil

She looked at my eyes, searching probably for an ounce of a lie. She placed her eyes into mine. “Fine, let’s do this. We start by looking for the other women.” She packed her bags and dialed the office telecom. Knock knock. The door opened, and a young man opened the door. “Good day, ma’am, you sent for me.”Elyndra replied, “Yes, I did. Clear my entire schedule for the day. Anyone who asks of me, tell them I’m not available. Including the investor, stall the meeting.”“Alright, ma’am,” the young man with a tag of secretary named Abdul said. “Anything else?” “Tjat will be all, Abdul. Make sure you supervise the employee while I’m gone. I would rather not hear any form of incompetence. Is that clear?” “Yes ma’am,” he responded and hurried out. I chuckled. She looked up, lips curved upwards. “What?” I shook my head. “Nothing… So are you ready?”“Yes.” We stepped out of the office and used the elevator to move to to the last floor. As we passed through the receptionist, everyone p

Singapore DeVante Tech. “What do you mean you can’t find him?!” The tech executive roared. “I swear on my life, sir, I was tailing behind him when he passed through the corridor of the fifth floor. As I entered into the corridor after hearing him scream, he was gone.” The tech intern cried, about to shit herself. “Fuck!” The executive yelled and slammed a chair against the floor. “Where could he have gone? What do we do now? He said to his colleague. The air in the room was seamlessly tensed. The door opened, and a security guard entered. “Sir, his car is still at the car park, the underground one.” Everyone was quiet. Confused and, most unfortunately, scared. With their jobs on the line now, every one of their moves has to make sense towards getting a solution. After some minutes, the two executives walked out of the room and headed to the staff tech room. Immediately after the employees saw them approaching, they quickly ran to their seats after standing behind the wall

The men tied up Gedoni’s unconscious body and dragged him into the van and covered his head with a black bag, then zoomed back into the company. After a while, Gedoni jolted, wrestling against the tied rope to free himself, all to no avail. After countries' attempts, he stayed still all through the drive. The can drove into the company’s garage, where the torture room was located. The men stepped out and dragged Gedoni across the storage room. The boss stood in front of the storage room wall and pressed a switch. The walls divided, and the men entered the inner room. The room smelled of bleach and blood. Like a thousand criminals had been our bushes with their walls. The air was thick with tension and fear. Cuffs, different sizes of knives, hammers, and all sorts of torture equipment lay on the table at the center. A dim light buzzed softly in the room painted brown. It represented everything no one wants to encounter. They pushed Gedoni on the chair and removed the b

Few days ago. Mr. Dennis got the call while still strapped onto his seat on the flight from creatfall. The plane rolled quietly on the floor, preparing to land. The feint sound it had and the appearance of tall buildings and landscape came into view. RING! RING! The signal had barely just arrived when Mr. Dennis' phone vibrated within his leather pockets. Reaching in and taking out his phone. He wondered what could be the reason for such abrupt calling before tapping his screen. A female voice rang out. "H-hello, Mr. Dennis." She paused, taking a deep breath, before taking one large gulp down her throat. "It's... Draven." Her voice cracked beneath the weight "Would you speak properly!" Mr. Dennis shouted from his phone, not paying to the people on the plane. It wouldn't take much to depart from the plane anyway. "M..missing, his gone, Draven is missing, gone without a trace." Few days after. The next morning. Mr. Dennis rushed down the stairs. He hadn't