2022-03-21 18:20:03"Ugh!" His neck was gripped tightly; two large hands were choking him with all their might, making it impossible for him to breathe. Dakota struggled to free himself from those hands, but he couldn't; his strength was fading. The massive figure pinned him down and choking him, even pressing on his chest. He was gasping for air, and no matter how hard he tried to draw in a breath, it was slipping away. Soon, he thought, he might die.
But...
A dream. Suddenly, Dakota opened his eyes and could only see darkness around him. His breathing was heavy, but at least he could catch his breath again. It was just a dream—his bed, his room, a nightmare that had haunted him repeatedly, feeling so real that it could have killed him.
The trauma overwhelmed him. As a psychiatrist, he could read the deepest thoughts of every first-class criminal's brain he had worked with but he missed the most important thing. He even opened some free consultation sections at social institutions for some people who suffer from deep trauma. But, what about him? He could also lose himself, he could also go crazy, and he might also become a psychopath like those people. Who can help him?
Dakota got up from his bed, his whole body drenched in sweat, his head feeling unbearably heavy, and the pain in his blistered hand throbbed intensely, torturing him. He, the one who was always strong in the face of storms could not even cope with the severe allergy attack he had suffered since he was younger, it could even kill him with ease, such a lame.
"Heh" he lowered his legs from the bed and sat for a while still catching his breath, his head was so heavy and the room seemed to spin around him.
It was still dark out there, the digital clock on the table beside his bed showed two in the morning. There was a snoring sound in the corner of the room, Sam was sleeping very soundly on the couch with his legs stretched out long to the floor.
"Come on, Rina, catch that guy..." he mumbled in his sleep.
Dakota stood up and slowly made his way to the bathroom, maybe to splash some water on his face before going back to sleep, at least until the bad effects of the dream faded away.
**
As morning approached, sunlight filled the apartment room on the fifteenth floor. Sam, who had been sleeping soundly on the couch, opened his eyes as the vibration of his phone in his pocket woke him up. "Yawn," still half-asleep, he answered the call. "What's up?"
The young detective straightened up; he had fallen asleep in Dakota's apartment, and the young man was no longer in his bed where he had left him the night before. He could hear the sound of water running in the toilet, probably Dakota was taking a shower.
Sam pushed the blanket aside, feeling sore in several places from an uncomfortable sleeping position all night. "Yeah, please take it back to the lab. Last night Dakota was holding it, and his hand got burned; it seems like there's some dangerous chemical. Just do the cross check on the others too"
Sam walked to the bathroom, and not long after, the sound of water stopped. Dakota emerged, his hair still wet, wearing a bathrobe that revealed a bit of his fit upper body, looking at Sam as if he was blocking his way.
Sam lifted Dakota's right hand, which had been wrapped in a bandage the night before; it was wet, making Sam glare at Dakota sharply as if scolding him. "Rina, I’ll call you back later, report the test results, okay?"
Sam pulled Dakota toward the sofa. "Sam, let go of my hand."
"Come on, didn’t you hear what the doctor said? Don’t let your hand stay wet; what if it gets infected? You’re a doctor, and you don’t understand this kind of thing?"
Sam forced Dakota to sit while he pulled out a medicine box from under the table.
"I’m a psychologist; this has nothing to do with me. And it's not wet"
Sam looks furious while holding the young man's hand to keep him from running away.
"Well, it is!"
Not long after, both sitting on the sofa. The sun shone so bright through the large window that opened to the balcony of the luxurious VIP apartment. Fax lives there alone.
Carefully Sam discloses the wet bandage on Dakota's hand. The young man has no expression at all and even doesn't feel pain or anything, although Sam knows he was holding it.
Sam pressed the hand on purpose, just so he could hear Dakota moaning.
"Akh! Be gentle Sam, it's hurt!"
Sam smiled, at least the professor was still a human being who could feel the pain.
"I thought you become painless now?"
"Don't make fun of me Sam, it's not funny" Dax looked at Sam annoyed.
Sam laughs. The young professor's eyebrows furrow so high as he is about to eat him with his eyes.
"Forgive me, my dear Profesor, I didn't mean to. But you can't go to uni with this hand, why don't you rest at home for a while, the doctor said the medicine will also make you a bit sleepy"
"I don't take it"
Sam raises his head. Look at the young man with his big blue eyes.
"Why don't you? This professor being so disobeyed"
"As you said, I'll get sleepy, and I still can go there, I could use both hands to write, no problems at all" said Dakota.
Sam pursed his lips, who doesn't know about the very genius and multi-talented young professor in front of him? Who can do almost anything he could think of. And that including, being super stubborn.
"Well, there's nothing to lose to have a day or two off, that lunatic being targeting you, they maybe can attack you while you alone out there" said Sam.
"University is full of students and staff, who can attack me there? I'm not a kid, I think I can protect myself very well"
Sam finishes bandaging Dakota's hand, and for a while, he keeps holding it, the young man has a very smooth hand with slender fingers, unconsciously he keeps staring at it. Dakota pulled his hand.
"Are you done?"
Sam smiled, the young detective being awkward instantly, he stood up fast.
"Yeah, it's done! Don't let it wet again, please my dear sweet professor, we need you alive" said Sam while putting on his very silly face.
"Jughead!"
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The Mazen family residence. The house was very spacious, all the buildings and land as far as the eye could see from where Sam and Aris were standing now belonged to the family. They didn't even refuse at all when Sam and the others visited and wanted to look for the second son of the big family. The waiting room at the front of the three-story house with a classic modern building was very comfortable, not much furniture with only a long sofa for three people and a round table in the middle, on the front wall a large painting as high as the wall that was quite eye-catching. A painting of a large white tiger, with its prey several white rabbits around it and one that was stepped on under its feet. If only Dakota saw this, would he be upset? As far as Sam knew, Dakota liked rabbits. Well, as far as he knew Dakota who always took the time to play with pet rabbits in one of the cafes in the Cyan area when they visited there.
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The rain was still falling. The sky was slowly getting darker outside, like any other rainy day in Bayward city. The flags of Bayward city and the central police at the top of the pole looked shabby and helpless, wet and crumpled, drooping just like that. While the clouds still looked fat with water that continued to spill covering the entire city. From a distance, there was a pile of vehicles outside the main road of the police headquarters complex. Although the sky looked sad and unenthusiastic, all activities continued as they should.Several officers in the headquarters passed by, lost in their daily activities. Two interrogation rooms on the first floor were seen busy with their witnesses. Meanwhile, Sam sat in the Monitoring room while preparing coffee to enjoy the donuts that had just been bought at their favorite shop across from the headquarters. It was so nice, the cold air like this, enjoying fragrant coffee and his favorite donuts. Moreover, the view was so pleasa
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“Yeah, Sam,” Dakota got into his car, just as he received a phone call from Sam. Edi opened the door for him and closed it tightly. The young man rushed to the front and got into the driver’s seat, not for long the luxury car drove out of the lobby.It was late afternoon. This was Dakota’s last day teaching at Carlson for this semester, after which lectures would be on holiday for about a month for the start of winter. His class that day was quite intense until he didn't realize that the sky was already dark and heavy rain was pouring again. The sound of heavy raindrops could be heard as soon as his car drove out of the building.Dakota glanced at his watch, it was only five four minutes, but the sky was very dark as if it was night.“Looks like I’m going to be late. It’s rush hour, the road must be crowded,” Dakota said.Sam stood in front of the large window of the police headquarters. He had just received
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After a day of searching and a trip from island 01 back to Bayward, a large meeting was held at Bayward headquarters. Detectives and police to federal officers filled one of the largest multipurpose rooms on the ground floor of the police headquarters. There were at least five teams deployed, with the federal police as the investigator coordinator and the Bayward police as the supporting team. However, since the beginning of the case came from there, the Federals still had to involve Sam and the others in every development of the investigation that was getting brighter.Jack Moris presented his team's findings. The photos of the location were very clear on the large screen that was visible to the back of the large room. Sam and Dakota were standing in the back near the door. It was a major discovery, with this alone, the people caught could get severe punishments for their direct or indirect involvement in what happened on the island.Sam occasionally glanced at Dakota
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