A child about seven to eight years old had led Arianne away to a place where no other person was in sight. Noticing the kid’s full black getup, she asked, “So, you’re a relative of the Rodriguez family?”
“Yeah,” the child nodded. “Um, you know, they told me Mat’s dead, but I’m not very sure about it? Do you think they are being serious? ‘Cause if he’s dead... doesn’t that mean Mat’s never coming back?”
Arianne found herself too hard-pressed to answer him. She could not bear to cut into a child’s hope with a blade as cruel and blunt as reality.
The duo continued forward until the funeral almost faded out of sight. Arianne stopped in midtrack in confusion and took off her mask. “Where are we going, honey? You told me someone’s looking for me, yeah? Where’s that person now?”
The child looked around them, his head swinging wildly. “Hey... wait a minute! This is the place, though! OK, is that guy ditching us?”
Arianne was just about to say something when a pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind—and enveloped her nose and mouth tightly.
Before she could let out a cry, an unknown drug had knocked her out.
Hearing the sound of tires veering away from him, the boy turned around. And found Arianne gone. All there was left of his brief companion were the shattered pieces from her shades and a dusty mask, both lying innocuously on the ground.
He ran after the car for a few paces and stopped. Complicated, dangerous scenarios were predictably unknown to the young boy’s simple, innocent mind, so he abandoned the chase and gave into his whim to play by the roadside.
Brian—who was on Mark’s explicit order to look for Arianne—had been weaving in and out of the crowd to no avail. As his search remained fruitless over time, the man’s confidence was losing fast.
That was when he noticed a child playing by himself in the distance. Quickly, he approached him and asked, “Hey, you, kid! You seen a woman in a black dress anywhere?”
“Er, don’t know if you’ve noticed, but everyone’s wearing black today.”
Anxiety was gnawing at the edge of Brian’s mind. “Hers is a dress! She wears a mask! Have you seen her?!”
“Oh, yeah! I totally did,” the boy exclaimed in recognition. “Someone’s been looking for her, and then I helped by bringing her there, but when we arrived he was gone, and then she disappeared too, but I think she probably just left in a car, which was not very polite of her for not telling me she was leaving…”
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