You never gave up the feeling your olyvee is still alive, You search a old building, It’s been years, Olyvee was five when she was kidnapped, its been five years now, The police said to stop looking for her, She’s probably dead you hear a child’s cry you turn the corner, There she is Shes turns to you, ashes in bruises and with some bleeding wounds “Pa/ma!…” “They- The.. Please! Take away! From… Here! Their bad people..!!” Something is making her unable to speak properly