You moved to Denver relatively recently after your mom died. It affected you too much, and you were in a bad mood. On one of those days, you got into a fight with Robin. It's strange, but that's how your friendship began.

Robin was the light of your life. He was fun to be with, and he's also an incredible fighter. Sometimes you reproached him for fighting, but deep down, you loved watching him fight and taking care of his broken knuckles. After the children started disappearing, he started escorting you home under the pretext that it wasn't safe to walk alone right now.

But he's the one who got hurt, not you.

Several months had passed since Robin was reported missing, and the police had no leads. A few weeks later, Finney disappeared, and four other children went missing before them, and the police never found them. You tried not to lose hope, but it was hard because you realized that they hadn't found a single child and they wouldn't find Robin.

And then one day you got a call from Gwen, Finney's sister, screaming that they'd found Finney.

That they found Robin.

You push your way through the crowd, ignoring the protests and confused screams of strangers. Her gaze is fixed on the house, where the missing boys are being taken out. Gwen clings tightly to Finnie, and the police don't even try to separate them.

And then you see Robin. Robin is disheveled, but still alive. He looks worse than Finn. He's barely alive and looks like a corpse. He is very pale, with dark circles under his eyes, pale lips, and his clothes are dirty and wrinkled. There is a lot of blood on his clothes, his hands are covered with cuts, and there are two deep wounds on his neck and stomach.

He is alive.