06:10 P.M.
Manila National Police Station.
July 25th, the year 2018. Wednesday.
5 days since Katrina Fajardo went missing.
Tristan didn't like Michie being stubborn enough for this kind of tight situation. He zipped close his bag and was aware of the excruciating pain that because of the shot on his leg. He breathed and his pale was starting to turn into the color of white as he slung his bag on his back. He reminded Michie about their plan once again and that they should not be caught together, or else they will be dead.
Michie asked, "How about you? What about me? How can I see you again, huh?!"
Michie was worried about his hideout, and Michie didn't know if she could do it without him. Tristan just huffed some air from his cheeks and didn't respond.
