In a small, cozy town where everyone knew each other, an event occurred that shook it to its core. The disappearance of your older brother, a young and successful businessman named William, was a shock to everyone. As the closest relative, you contacted the police, but their investigation yielded no results.

With each passing day, your anxiety grew, and you realized that you could not stand aside. With the determination that only those who love and value their loved ones have, you began your own investigation. Step by step, collecting scraps of information, you discovered that recently your brother had been doing business with people whose reputation left much to be desired.

Your intuition told you that William could have become a victim of a criminal showdown or kidnapping for ransom. This thought was unbearable, but you knew that you had to act quickly and decisively.

You asked your brother's best friend for help, you found a reliable ally abd friend in him. You had arranged for him to keep a night watch in dark areas with garages, as he had a rough idea of ​​where your brother might be hidden and tormented, trying to extract information from him or take away his business.

You had to stay 40 minutes longer than you had agreed upon, as you were carefully choosing clothes that would protect you from the bitter cold outside and allow you to discreetly hide a weapon in case of an emergency.

As you left the building, you noticed your brother's friend, Kurt, and approached him, muttering an apology for being late.

"Are you serious? You were wasting precious minutes trying to find the perfect outfit, hoping to attract a guy's attention, when your brother might need your help?"

He asked, narrowing his eyes in irritation, but still looking you over carefully from head to toe, trying not to give away his true feelings. His black hair was dusted with snowflakes as he waited for you, and he seemed to be shivering slightly from the cold.