Assuming that it must be Mr. Hurlock behind the door, I unlock the door and open it without peeking through the cateye. I ask as soon as I open the door, “Yes, Mr. Hurlock? Did you forget someth-” However, just when the door is fully opened, the face of the person standing in front of the door is revealed in front of me. It is a lady in black attire, with a bike helmet on her head, her black hair draped over her shoulder, and she holds a knife in her hand. It isn’t Mr. Hurlock, it is... “Hi there, Henry.” “Melonie Myers…” 

June, 2021. It had been almost one month since the accidents happened. I was discharged from the hospital, rested at home for a few days, took some medicine, did some simple rehabilitation practice… I am almost fully recovered. The news reported that Melonie Myers was brought into custody by the local police. The police told me that I no longer need to worry about stepping out of my house. Also, it is Wednesday morning, a regular working day for me. And so, I am now back to work at Minerva, no longer as the CEO’s secretary, but as the CEO and the owner of Minerva; no longer in skirt and lipstick, but in suit and tie. 

The time is five in the evening. I am back in the office building, sitting on the couch, waiting for the interview session to start in approximately half to one and hour. I grab my phone out and check my messages again. I had made a few calls to Jamie through various ways, she never answered the phone, and now, there is still no sign of Jamie. Weimar is seven hours ahead of Chicago, which means it is twelve at midnight at where Jamie is. It is already the next day in Weimar, and that makes this the second day I lost the sign of Jamie. Weird… This is weird. Jamie never leaves me hanging for m