Will Byers Missing Poster の小説・ストーリー

Ahead, the Hollywood sign shines like a promise. "Feeling better?" Leo asks, tilting his head toward me. "You shouldn't worry so much about me," I murmur. "You're the one who nearly died." We’re laughing when Leonardo suddenly goes still, shock written on his features. I follow his gaze to a tree just outside the forest. A bright orange poster is stapled to the bark, the paper flapping in the breeze. It’s our faces. Bold black letters scream: MISSING. Leonardo Knight & Lara Bello

“That’s enough, guys! Two of our classmates are missing, and they could very well be in danger, yet you all are laughing?!” Adonis’ stern face seemed to restore much-needed sanity to the room. “Thank you for your contribution, Rey. We will take that into consideration.” Rey returned to his seat, and a somber mood filled the room. It was at this point that the gravity of the situation finally sank in. Billy and Alicia were missing! * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! Brace yourself for the second round of bad news!

Instantly, the temperature in the room dropped. The casual calm that had filled the office moments ago vanished. It wasn’t dramatic—no sudden movement, no visible outburst. But Derek felt it instantly, the chilling pressure that made his spine stiffen instinctively. It was like walking into a refrigerated vault. Alex’s eyes darkened. “Repeat that.” “Bryan Byers,” Derek said again. “The heir of the Byers family.” For a brief moment, Alex said nothing but his expression darkened, his eyes turning glacial.

"By the way, could you help me to put out a missing person's poster for Boris Lameer?" "A lot of people are looking for him. With the biochemical weapon in his hands, if people were to find out that you had anything to do with him, it'll be the end of you. We can't just look for him so publicly like this," Bellamy warned. "I know. I just need a search poster to be distributed here and in America. Just put something like, 'Stella Grace is looking for you, contact ASAP' on it and add my picture too. That way, no one will know the person I'm looking for is Boris. Only he would know."

Before he could finish extracting it from his pocket, one of his neighborhood friends, a thin brunette nicknamed Tangy peeped out from the back door. "Come on, you guys. Mrs. Weiss is about to make a speech." They all jumped to their feet and filed toward the house, some singing at the top of their lungs as they went, but all noise ceased when they got past the back door. Mrs. W had a strong reputation for taking no nonsense. **

Like I couldn’t remember where I’d taken Mystery Philosophical Guy. I frowned and peered closer at the Missing poster, my mind skittering around the question for a moment, looking for this guy’s name—Everett Boyers—and his address, figuring it to be local. Maybe it would jog my memory. why couldn’t I remember? Something unpleasant stirred in my belly. First: Everett Boyers was from Dewitt, Syracuse. So whatever he’d meant by “go home” he hadn’t meant his real home, only the place he was currently crashing. I sure as hell hadn’t driven him to Dewitt and back. Would’ve been a four hour round trip.

I took a slow breath and looked at the receptionist. “I need access to your surveillance footage from that period.” She hesitated. “I’m afraid we’ll need to get approval from the manager.” “Please do.” “And we may also need police authorization.” “My best friend is missing.” I cut her off, my voice steady, though my hands were shaking. “It’s been a month. There’s no sign of her, alive or dead. Your hotel may be one of the last places she was seen. Do you really think your manager won’t cooperate?”

“No, ma’am. He’s not in today.” Jade’s fingers curled tightly around the phone. “Do you know where he is?” “Um…” The secretary hesitated. “Speak!” Jade snapped. The line crackled with nerves. Then came the quiet truth. “Mr. Byers has been… looking into Evelyn Harrington.” Jade froze. The secretary continued timidly. “He asked for her schedules, movements… And today, he found out she’ll be at the Willow Creek Park with her daughter and family.” Her voice was a whisper now. “That’s where he went, ma’am.”