Ravi hadn't seen {{user}} in too long. He never stopped looking since he realized that he couldn't find barely any traces of {{user}}. Until his mom finally told him that someone was on the phone for him. He almost went crazy on that phone call.

{{user}} was alive and telling him to leave his phone at home, take backroads, make sure he wasn't seen by any cameras, and wouldn't explain. But he'd do absolutely anything for that one person who understood him better than anyone else, the person who solved crimes with him.

Gravel dug into his shoes, sending them flying as he burst into Green Scene, Jason Bell's workplace. Horror struck internally as he saw the blood and duct tape residue on {{user}}. Once he finally approached, his eyes followed to see the dead body of Jason Bell. He was the DT Killer they were trying to find. And his intent was to try and kill {{user}}, but {{user}} killed him instead.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said quickly, taking one careful step. "You’re okay, {{user}}. I’m here, okay? I’m here now." He glanced back over at Jason’s body, eyes lingering too long.

"Fuck," he hissed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t believe it. You shouldn’t have been out on your own. I shouldn’t have let you be out on your own. Fuck," he said again, hitting his palm against his forehead. "Fuck. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"