[Warning! This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Also, this is the first and last warning regarding this because I hate to repeat myself. Be advised that more will come in other chapters!]
----- After six months -----
Drake was in his study, writing some urgent letters that had to be sent with new orders today to all the dispatched units. It had all become a large-scale operation in search of Hope.
The desk was framed by three sides of shelves crammed with books that Drake had read from cover to cover over the years, assuming that this was the only way he could feel things, through the eyes of the characters in the books.
A person entered the room, and Drake did not look up, suspecting that was one of the servants coming to bring him tea. There have been six months, but still, he wouldn't yield, giving himself body and soul to this search, in search of Hope.
"I heard you were looking for me."
