CAIM:
I went through all the towns on the border with eastern Granada. Looking for clues to the whereabouts of my friends. Where were you? There was no trace of them in the safe places. For some reason, they didn't follow protocol.
Had…had the hideouts been compromised? That was the only explanation.
I reached the last town on the border. It was more like a small village. Full of poor people and beggars. It didn't seem likely that my friends would have passed by, but…what other choice did I have? I had nothing to lose by trying to check there.
The place was full of mud and the old wooden houses were covered with weeds. It smelled like shit in there and flies were buzzing everywhere. There seemed to be no one outside. Was everyone locked in their cabins?
