In a dimly lit room, empty cans had been scattered around the floor. Papers and unwashed clothes were strewn everywhere, and a half-finished tuna sandwich had begun molding on the table. In front of a small armchair where a skinny young man in his 20s sat, a 19-inch television blared loud noises and bright colors. In a way, it was almost homey.
In the hallway outside the room, an ominously uniform beeping noise could be heard. The door swung open and a tall, muscular man walked in, stepping gingerly across the cluttered floor.
“James!” the man yelled.
The man sitting in the armchair didn’t look up from the television screen, but waved his hand in acknowledgement. The newcomer peered over his shoulder, wondering what had captured his companion’s attention.
The television was turned to the nightly news channel. A pretty brunette stood in front of the camera, talking quickly and urgently. In the background, there was a looming forest, with a winding, sand-colored path leading into the darkness. Subtitles at the bottom of the screen trumpeted the night’s main attraction: “Third Person Goes Missing On Mount Eros Hiking Trail”
“This is their handiwork, I’m sure of it,” the man looked up from where he was sitting on the armchair.
His serious demeanor caught the other man off guard, “How can you be so sure?”
“It matches their style.Trust me; a journalist’s got an eye for the tiniest detail.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” the sitting man smirked.
“We’re gonna catch those fools.”
In the hallway outside the room, an ominously uniform beeping noise could be heard. The door swung open and a tall, muscular man walked in, stepping gingerly across the cluttered floor.
“James!” the man yelled.
The man sitting in the armchair didn’t look up from the television screen, but waved his hand in acknowledgement. The newcomer peered over his shoulder, wondering what had captured his companion’s attention.
The television was turned to the nightly news channel. A pretty brunette stood in front of the camera, talking quickly and urgently. In the background, there was a looming forest, with a winding, sand-colored path leading into the darkness. Subtitles at the bottom of the screen trumpeted the night’s main attraction: “Third Person Goes Missing On Mount Eros Hiking Trail”
“This is their handiwork, I’m sure of it,” the man looked up from where he was sitting on the armchair.
His serious demeanor caught the other man off guard, “How can you be so sure?”
“It matches their style.Trust me; a journalist’s got an eye for the tiniest detail.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” the sitting man smirked.
“We’re gonna catch those fools.”