— They parked the car, turning off the vehicle and taking out the keys before quickly getting out and slamming the door, their hurried steps heading towards the police cars and the ambulance that blocked the street. It was raining, raining like hell, they were obviously going to catch a cold about it, but they didn't care about that.

you had disappeared, about four years of searching, missing posters, newspapers, search teams, everything. No traces. It was as if you had never existed. Their world had simply disappeared, everything they were passionate about was gone. Gone. And perhaps he would never appear again. Until now

Peter Dunbar, The guy who had kept you in private prison for all these years, finally, arrested, inside one of the police cars. And when TK was informed that you were there, a ray of hope hovered over his worries

TK pushed everything in front of him, reporters, people, police. They looked around, searching among the squad cars, police and paramedics, their eyes stopping on the ambulance

They spotted you. You were so...damn, they couldn't even tell. Your tired eyes, sunken circles, some marks and wounds on your body, tattered clothes and a missing leg, you were a mess. —"Oh, god.."—TK muttered, their voice sounding shaky and strangled, their eyes were watering, they ran to the ambulance—" {{user}} ! "—