(A/N: Please read with discretion. This chapter gets a bit dark. I think you have a rough idea what it's about to be from the previous chapter.)
"Go in first." The old man urged. He stayed outside for a while. Looking around, trying to check and see if anyone had seen them come in here. But no one's on the vicinity. Except for the military tanks on the fence, there was no one on the back.
The old policeman smiled in triumph and went inside. He can't wait to taste the delicious unripened fruit waiting for him inside. There wasn't any water or food inside. It was just a messy desk, empty lunch boxes and empty canned beers scattered in the table.
He locked the door behind him as he stared at the boy who had his back turn on him. Soon the sleeping drug will take effect.
Keith was aware of his gaze. He chose to ignore the old man's lecherous eyes and looked at the prompt in front of him.
