1:16 P.M.
Manila National Police Station.
July 25th, the year 2018. Wednesday.
5 days since Katrina Fajardo went missing.
He was taping the picture of Katrina Fajardo on the board while Marcus was crossing his arms over his chest. Be it as it may be, but he knew that everything had been put off in the place, where the answers were laid down, but he couldn't find it. It was as if he was swimming underneath the river without a clue that he was drowning. It was as if he was wielding a gun, but he doesn't realize that he was pulling the trigger without any second thoughts.
Marcus hissed in his place and whispered, "Why all of this was all connected with each other? Is it something that I need to find out with my best friends?"
