After quite some time, Syra finally saw the familiar road headed to her old neighborhood.
She relatively took the journey with ease. It was undeniably a long walk but being used to this routine, Syra found no trouble covering the long distance at all.
Everything went on smoothly until a white SUV van stopped before Syra.
"Syra Wright?"
An obviously looking bad man who looked no different from the usual hoodlum portrayed on TV came out of the car and took Syra by her arms.
"What do you need from me?"
Alarmed, Syra started to wriggle free from the other party's grasp. However, her strength was severely lacking so she was not able to escape and free herself from her restraint.
"You have to come with us. I believe you got something that we needed."
The other man said as he gestured to the guy holding Syra to get her inside the car.
"What?! I don't understand. Maybe you got the wrong person. I knew nothing."
