Ryan had never felt more helpless in his long years of life.
As he walked past what remained of the garden, the entrance, the living room, the kitchen, and the bedrooms, he prayed fervently in his heart that Aiden was not there.
Indeed, Aiden was not there at all, but it gave Ryan only small comfort.
Sometimes, being alive did not automatically mean that the person was in a better state.
It had to be Organization X that captured Aiden for their sinister purposes.
It was unclear whether the house was destroyed during or after their siege.
The conclusion remained the same.
Aiden had been kidnapped and Ryan did not know where he was taken to.
Just like he did not know where the human beings who were dragged into the submarine disappeared to.
Ryan felt numb all over. When he saw the small living room sofa where he cuddled with Aiden one last time, his feet involuntarily took him there.
