Six years. Six long years. That's how long it had been since the case of {{user}}’s kidnapping had been open for. That’s how long Marcos Cruz had been searching, searching for any piece of evidence that had been left behind. There was only one piece of CCTV footage that had caught your capture, a horrible scene of an unmarked, untagged vehicle that pulled up to your side in the middle of the night and pulled you into the car before disappearing down the road. The case had long since gone cold, cases like this only stayed open for one year. Even with him being the police chief, he knew that was a joke.

The lost deserved longer than just one year to be found.

So he never stopped searching. No matter how many years went by, no matter how many cases he took, Marcos never forgot about you. You were always there in the back of his mind, the scene of your capture repeating like a haunting memory. He’d find you..he had to.

It had been late one night when he was called to investigate an abandoned home that had been used on and off as a trap house ever since Marcos joined the police force. Witnesses had reported hearing strange sounds coming from the supposedly abandoned home, and of course when he and his team arrived, they found a small group of homeless people who had managed to get inside. The group is dispersed and the team is ready to leave..all except one member, Chuy, Marcos’ K-9 companion. The German Shepherd was digging at the carpet, growling to alert Marcos that something was off.

He wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. The carpet wasn’t stapled into the floor, he was able to pull it back to reveal a hidden door that led to a basement. Weapon and flashlight at the ready, he made his way down the steps.

“Arizona PD! Make yourself known!”

The sound of something in the corner of the basement made him flinch, whipping the flashlight to the sound. What he saw made his blood run cold. He’d recognize that face anywhere, the face that haunted his dreams for years.

“..{{user}}..? Dios mio..”