37. The Truth
Author: Kayysemiu023
last update2024-10-29 08:41:40

Van was in an unfamiliar surrounding but for some reason, it felt like he had been there before.

He walked around the building for a while before he spotted a familiar face. Picking up his pace, he chased after the little boy and ended up in an open field.

The little boy walked up to another kid and even though Van didn't know who they were, he felt like it was his memory, like he had been there with them.

He noticed a man in a black suit walk out of a parked car and headed towards both boys.

"No," Van didn't know why but he could tell that the man was a bad person.

"Hey boys, how are you doing today?" He asked when he got to where they were.

"Who are you?" The younger boy asked.

"I'm your uncle, and I'm here to take you home. But first, you have to do something for me." The man explained with a menacing smile.

"Andrew, I don't like this man. Let's go play somewhere else." The younger boy tried to urge his brother but he wouldn't listen.

The man handed both boys a gun and tol
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