The hospital room was quiet, the type of silence that could make anyone’s imagination feel loud.The room was clean and looked warm as the bedside lamp beside the bed glowed.The room still smelled of the oats and banana Callum had taken a few minutes ago before he used his drug and fell asleep. Keira sat exhaustedly in a chair beside Callum’s bed, her black hair looked dull as it dangled a few of its strands around her pale, exhausted face. The gown she was wearing was wrinkled, stained with days of worry and sleepless nights, her hands were folded still in anxiousness in her lap as she watched Callum sleep. He slept so peacefully that it almost made her believe everything was fine again.Ever since he lost his memory he had looked so peaceful and caring, the total opposite of the Callum she had known.She looked down at his face, and he looked peaceful but empty, untouched by the memories that had once defined him. Keira sighed, she felt torn between accepting he would never kno
It was still quiet in the interrogation room as Ryk continued to process what he had just heard.Both men had grave looks on their faces.The room still had the smell of stale coffee, blood, and the sour smell of Fardar’s alcohol.Ryk sat across from the fardar, he looked devastated, his whole body felt tense, his bruised face filled with exhaustion, his dark eyes looking dull from the effects of everything he had just realized, the realization that had just struck him leaving him in shock.He was having a hard time believing it.Lord Conoron, the exiled Moonclaw merchant, Isabel’sGrandfather, Konan’s adoptive father, was the rogue merchant who was behind Konan’s kidnapping, and likely Keira’s kidnapping. He hadn’t expected every clue he had been chasing to lead here.The puzzle pieces were beginning to come together and make sense slowly.He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.Fardar sat still in his handcuffs, he looked scared and relieved at the same time, his scarred n
They were back in the interrogation room again.It was midnight. Moonclaw’s main headquarters was empty, and most of the other officers had headed home. It was a Friday night, a day on which they all had permission to spend with their families.Ryk sat tiredly in a metal chair. His large shoulders were sagging from exhaustion. He was tired. His body couldn’t keep up with this kind of life anymore, but he had no choice. He looked down at his wrinkled Moonclaw uniform. His face was bruised and bloodied from his brutal fight with Fardar earlier.He could barely see with his eyes, they were red and swollen, and he took out a handkerchief, cleaning the sweat off his forehead as he sighed again.He could barely keep his hands from shaking, his body felt like it was breaking apart, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds trying to keep himself together.He hadn’t slept for more than an hour all week.Across the table, Fardar sat in handcuffs, he looked too big for the room and too big for t
Fardar stood frozen, water dripping from his body. The whole courtyard was now silent; even the music had gone off.His phone was still pressed to his ear. His eyes were wide and looked shocked, they were fixed on Dren, who also knew he had been caught, he slowly took his face cap off, letting the light shine on his injured face, revealing all the wounds and swollen parts of his face.The realization hit Fardar like a hammer.It all began to make sense to him as he looked at Dren’s wounds and saw the way he had been nervously fidgeting. Dren wasn’t that kind of person; in fact, one of the reasons he had always hated Dren was his guts.Fardar could tell the dren had betrayed them.He had intentionally made him call the boss.“You bastard..” He whispered.“What did you say?” The boss said over the phone.“You foolish bastard! You bastard!” Fardar shouted as his body began to shake violently “You Moonclaw scum,” Fardar growled, his voice was silent and filled with anger.He immediately
It was a cold chilly night.The bushes around made it even colderDren walked through an unmarked piece of land, it was a no man’s territory that belonged neither to Moonclaw nor Rogue Island, the borders were undefined, it had been abandoned due to the land being barren and always waterlogged whenever the rainy season came, it had been inhabited by people who didn’t want to take path in the hostility between Moonclaw and rogue island.At this time of night, the land was a mixture of rocky, dry land and barren, dead trees with scary-looking branches.Dren’s boots sank into the muddy ground, with each step he took, and his whole body still ached badly, from all the bruises and cuts that filled his body, from his fight with Ryk.His face was partially hidden under a face cap, as he tried to hide the bruises on his face, the swelling around his jaw, and the split lip that still hurt with every word he spoke. Ryk had put a wire on him, taped tightly to his chest under the jacket Ryk had
Dren was breathing heavily as he struggled to get back on the metal chair, he could barely see his eyes had begun to swell.His thin body was aching him badly, his jaw was swollen, and his face was beginning to look like a patchwork of bruises and blood from Ryk striking him earlier. The photograph of Konan still lay on the table; the edges looked worn out. Ryk looked down at him with cold eyes, as if accusing Dren of betrayal. Ryk slowly walked towards him, spitting on him in disgust and kicking him back to the floor as he bent to his eye level.He carefully adjusted his trousers to avoid the blood dripping from the chair where Dren’s hand had been.The CCTV camera was still off, the room was silent, and no one dared to enter and interrupt Ryk’s session.Ryk began to laugh coldly as the dren cowered in fear.Dren’s earlier bravery had disappeared.All his stupid demands for a lawyer, his claims of being an upstanding merchant, everything had shattered under Ryk’s punches. Now, his