An evil black mask
After taking a shower and changing, Max came downstairs and saw his father sitting with a wrapped package in his hand. Curious, he asked, "Dad, what's that?"
"This is for you," his dad said, passing it to him with a happy smile.
Max opened his gift eagerly. As he unwrapped the package, he saw a brand-new phone, the kind that was very popular with teenagers these days. Surprised, he asked, "Why, it must have cost you a lot?" Max knew his family's financial state.
"Don't worry about it. You scored first in the whole school, you deserve it. Just take it, brat," his father said warmly.
Despite their financial struggles, they had savings from selling their house and paying Max's hospital bills. This gift was within their means, but Max was still concerned. Seeing this, Max made a resolve and thought to himself, Don't worry Dad, I won't let you suffer like this for long. I have to find a way to make money soon. Although he had money from Danny's dad from a previous agreement, explaining that to his parents might cause more worry. He didn't want to hurt them more than he already had. He needed to find a way to earn money that wouldn't raise any questions.
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, he resolved, I have to do something for them.
At the same time, in what seemed like an abandoned factory, the sound of crying could be heard. In the dim flickering light, a man stood near a table. In front of him, various tools were laid out in order. His face was covered with a black mask, and he wore white gloves. He took a phone from his pocket and called someone.
"Hello. What is it? Didn't I tell you I'd call you myself if I got new goods in my hands? Can't you be patient?" a voice said.
"How many did you get?" the man asked.
"It's not as easy as you think," the voice on the phone replied.
"I asked how many," the man demanded.
"Well, two. When do you need them?" the voice said.
"Tonight!" he demanded.
"Alright. The usual place, right?" the voice confirmed.
"Yes. Be on time," he said, and then he put his phone down.
After that, he turned to see a woman covered in bruises all over her body. She was inside a cell, detained by the man. Her hands and mouth were tied, and there were signs of tears and exhaustion on her face.
In the corner of the table, there was an ID card. Looking at it closely, he said, "So, Ms. Jennifer the reporter. I see. Don't worry, there are going to be more people soon. Be prepared to welcome them," he said with an evil smirk.
Then he walked out of the dungeon-like place with a satisfied expression.