Kevin's POV
Once I had finally bid Ciara farewell, the momentary feeling of loneliness took over me before it was wiped away by a telepathic call, "Hey, Kevin, where are you? I'm at the King's palace. They say you didn't sleep in," I heard Kendall's voice urgency filled within it.
"No, I wasn't there. What is it?" I asked him.
"Well, I didn't sleep in indeed. Is anything the matter? I'm on my way there right now," I replied. Something was wrong about this, I could feel it in my gut. I started the run to their home, the route from the Winters mansion to the King's palace, the Johnson mansion coming to me straight from memory. I knew this route like the back of my hand, but nothing about why I used to come here, 'I guess someone really did block the whole of Ciara's existence from our minds. Even if we have proof of her existence, it won't allow us to get close to solving this at all.' I thought before opening my void and dashing out of there at breakneck speed.
