"This is Catherine Mulligan reporting from the outskirts of Royal Woods, where another horrific multiple murder has been found. Behind me is this car, where the completely mutilated body of a man was found. A few meters away from the truck, two more victims were found heading in opposite directions. Indicating that they were attacked one after another. Both men sustained the same fatal injuries as the body found in the truck. The victims were identified as. Leonard Beckman, Mike, and Todd Fancher. All three are on the FBI's most wanted list for being part of a girl trafficking and kidnapping ring"
"The wounds on the three men indicate they were attacked by some type of wild animal. Although the zoo stated that there are no reports of any animals missing from its facilities, this just makes us think. Is there a connection between this and the massacre?" The brutality in Edward's garage that occurred several days ago? The authorities will continue to investigate."
"Catherine Mulligan was with you."
After hearing this report, Lincoln went for a walk. Maybe it would help him get an idea of where he could prepare for his battle.
It started snowing outside the house. A few days before the end of the year, the old man in winter wanted to say goodbye with one last snowfall before the beginning of January and the end of the snow season.
Lincoln came to the city park. His walk led him to the bridge where Robert was captured. Contrary to what he expected, that was a rather bitter memory, because it was the day that Leni started to drift away from him.
The boy thought deeply when he heard breathing through the trees. But it wasn't normal to breathe. This was deeper and heavier, like panting. It stopped from one moment to the next, as if whoever had caused it had disappeared. For a moment, Lincoln thought this voice was familiar. When he got bored of the park, Lincoln went to the Black Café to have a cappuccino, then stopped at the Strawberry Shop, where he bought some cream cakes. As he returned home, thinking about where he could train wasn't the only thing on his mind now. This report was on his mind. Is it the work of this psychopath, Hideki? But that guy only attacked those who messed with Lincoln. The guys in the truck had no problem with him. Suddenly, he realized something that made him drop the cupcake box.
"Dammit! Chandler's in danger!" The boy ran as best as he could, dodging pedestrians and jumping over the roofs of cars to cross the street to reach his destination. Since he didn't know where the obnoxious redhead currently lived, he had to go to his friend Clyde. Not that he cared much for the boy who had been a fool to him since elementary school and left him half-dead a few days ago. But the punishment meted out by Hideki's madness was something he would not wish on even his worst enemies.
-Meanwhile, at Clyde's house-
The African American boy was playing cards with Andy, who was holding them with his feet.
"Do you have four?"
"Fishing. Do you have seven?"
"Fishing"
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Dammit. Who the hell would hit like that?"
"I can think of someone" Clyde said, looking at Andy.
The boys walked toward the door. When they opened it, they found Lincoln. The boy was breathing hard with his hands on his knees because he had to push himself twice as hard to get faster.
"Lincoln, what's wrong? Why did you knock on my door like that?"
Lincoln didn't answer. "I still need to catch my breath"
"Fuck, man. What's wrong with you?"
"Guys... we... have to... go... look for Chandler... he... is... in... danger..."
"What? How did Chandler get into danger? What are you talking about, Link?"
"There is... no time... we have to... water... first give me water."
"Oh yeah. Come in." Clyde ushered his friend into his house. When he caught his breath on the couch, Clyde handed him a glass of water. Lincoln hurriedly drank it.
"Oh, thank you, bro"
"Now tell me, what do you mean by Chandler being in danger?"
"More importantly. Why the hell should we care?"
"Because the man chasing Chandler is responsible for the massacre in Edward's garage that happened days ago"
Clyde and Andy were shocked. They both knew about the infamous massacre of the sexual assailants in Edward's garage. These men were pigs who deserved to be punished. But even what they did to them was beyond the bounds of human morality.
"I repeat. Why the hell should we care? Or why should I?"
"It's our moral duty, Andy."
"Are you kidding, Uncle!? In case you forgot, that bastard left you half-dead. You don't owe him anything."
"Normally, I'd agree to a suggestion like yours, Andy. But Lincoln's right. As much as Chandler and his gang deserve a good punishment, I couldn't live with myself if I turned a blind eye to something like that."
"Oh, what the fuck... okay, let's help that idiot."
"I'm going to call the police." Clyde went to the phone, but Lincoln stopped him.
"No! Clyde, I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. Trust me. If you do that, you'll only be sending good, hard-working men to certain death."
"What do you mean by that, Lincoln?"
"This man is not normal. That's just what you should know."
"Okay, okay. I understand. Let's go to him."
Suddenly, the door started banging more abruptly than before.
"What is this? Clyde's door abuse day?" Clyde opened the door, but as he did, several of the boys fell to the ground. Clyde recognized them all, especially the one below. It was Chandler and his gang. "What are you doing here?"
"What a shame you have to come here, you bastards."
"Guys, I'm blind, remember? Can you be more specific about who you're talking to?"
"pleavw. Helw uas."
"Chandler? What happened to your voice?"
"Nothing compared to what I'm going to do to his neck." Andy walked towards the boys but noticed something strange: they were all full of wounds.
"Damn, man. I think he already found you."
"What happened to you?" Clyde doesn't know whether to help them or what. He still has many conflicting opinions about these men.