“Seventeen years and counting. Fear dwelling at the bottom of my stomach eats away at me like cancer. The bellowing of broken parents and the cries of sisters asking where their brothers went, all drowned out by the humming of fluorescent lights. Missing persons reports are stacked on top of each other like a mountain of grief. Part of me wonders if I lit a match and tossed it. Their souls would find their final resting place...” The man mutters to himself, his dull green eyes looking out absently as he shares the inner thoughts of his mind out loud in the empty room with no one in particular. His expression is melancholic.