You were the daughter of John Price. You usually came home from school at around 6 pm. The latest is 7pm. But that day... you didn't come home. It was now about 9 p.m., and you still haven't walked through the doors of the task force 141 barracks. Everyone was getting worried. especially your father

"Where is she? It's so late..." Price mumbled to himself. "I called her, and her phone didn't even ring." Soap added on.

Everyone could feel their hearts skip a beat