I always wondered why humans are important for society or if they even have value.

  How can they be so important when they value useless things I said that words while focusing my gaze on my watch.

  Was it really the watch I don't remember but what I remembered was a luminous pill in my hand; it was the only shining thing beside window that I could see.

  I couldn't see police and special agents that were sent for the same reason I'm standing here in that place.

  But even the police couldn't stop them from coming, the people that run out of SYDEX.

  They were like berserk dogs hiding their lust till they got a chance.

  They were fighting like that pill that I'm glancing at is their last chance. "Those fools don't know what's waiting for them."

  I waited for the right time. They finally shattered the building entrance.

  I really didn't want it to end that way, I don't deserve that ending.

  My eyes’ brightness drained and what was left was a heavy burden that made me suffocate till the very end.

  My hands trembled slightly as I lifted the pill to his mouth.

  I felt its glow piercing my veins for the very last time.

  The last sound etched into my memory was the door crashing open. I couldn't hear sound of things behind me no matter how loud they were.

  Authorities are still searching for the missing man last seen in an abandoned building beside Midnight Bridge.

  The police couldn't find any trace of blood or any footprints that belong to the disappeared person.

  The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  His parents must be worried sick about him.

  That voice wasn't in my head; it was from the car radio.

  I looked up trying to distract myself from the news.

  Sunlight poured through the windshield, warm and blinding—a stark contrast to the cold realities reported.

  But even blinding sun couldn't put an end to my curiosity.

  I decided to streak a conversation with the taxi driver to satisfy my curiosity.

  I decided to streak a conversation with the taxi driver to satisfy my curiosity.

  "Shouldn't they put a photo or something?" I asked, glancing at the driver.

  "It would be easier for people to help the police if they knew what that person looked like," the driver focused his gaze on me for a sec.

  He had a big scar on his right eye; it looked like someone stabbed him. The scar looked old. His left eye was perfectly fine thankfully.

  "If the police wanted to release a photo of him they would have done it already. He ain't that important," the driver said.

  Then silence filled the car. I kept glancing at the window to avoid the silence. I knew something was off—how did the driver know that person wasn't important?

  He looked like a gangster with a suit. Maybe I'm overthinking.

  There was a saying: never judge a book by its cover. Well, I couldn't.

  Finally, we reached our destination. A towering iron door loomed ahead. It was rusty and old; a fence stood beside it, enclosing the place like a haunted, forgotten building.

  That was the entrance of my school.

  No one was there to greet us.

  There was a red light that came out of a small dark hole; it was a scanner scanning the car, and suddenly the huge door opened.

  The road was lined with thick trees cloaking everything in darkness. There were no streetlights.

  It was only our headlights cutting through the shadows when suddenly the car jolted. The driver had hit something.

  I stepped out to check. I used my phone light and there was a cat lying motionless. The cat was already gone.

  It had a faint unnatural smile frozen on her whiskered face, as if some fleeting happiness lingered. Her eyes were half-open, her fur was unusually smooth, her body was cold.

  When the car finally rolled to a stop at the school, I looked at the massive building ahead. The lobby was the first thing I noticed—wide glass panels, black tiles shining like mirrors, and a faint blue light tracing along the walls.

  For a place that looked haunted from the outside, the inside felt strangely... modern. Cool, even. My eyes lingered on the fountain standing at the center of the lobby. Clear water flowed in smooth arcs, and around it were clusters of glowing plants—soft blue and green, their light reflecting off the water like tiny stars. It felt calm, almost too calm for a place like this.

  For a second, I almost forgot how uneasy I felt.