Alice Revis

Where's Keenan?

Brakkk....

Keenan opened the door Roughly, he stared around. Seen a dirty room that has long been abandoned. empty no one here.

"Where are you, quickly give me my son back" cried keenan.

Settt....

A throwing knife stuck to the old sofa behind him.

Keenan pulled out the knife that stuck on the sofa that was almost formless, it turned out that the handle of the knife was wrapped in white cloth.

..."On top"...

two words printed on a blood-scented cloth.

Keenan hurried up the stairs whose barrier was worn out.

Arriving upstairs, he saw a masked man sitting on an old chair with his legs crossed.

"Where's my son?"

"No need to rush, there's still plenty of time to have fun"

"What do you want?" asked Keenan squinted his eyes.

"You me... Your death" said the man rising from his seat.

The masked man clapped his hands

Brakkkkk

Keenan.

Door tightly closed.

The mysterious man quickly took the knife from his pocket and pointed it at Keenan's neck.

Keenan, who had just turned his back, made the knife scratch his cheek.

"Stttt"

The masked man pointed a knife at the abdomen.Kenan immediately held the masked man's hand and kicked his stomach.

"Uhuk uhuk." The masked man fell on the chair.

Keenan picked up a wooden block nearby, "say where my son is or....."

"Okay, I'll say... Your son's in.." said the masked man as often as possible, so as not to arouse suspicion.

Bugs...

"Ckckck.. I did not expect, it turns out that the keenness of the man who is always proud of stupid pride as well" mocked the man, looking down at the fainting keenan.

"Well, I've wanted to see you die in my hands. But there seems to be a new surprise that is no less interesting than this" said the masked man smiling meaningfully behind his mask.

"You guys, secure him. Don't let him and the goddamn kid die before my plan works"

"get ready sir" said several other masked men who seemed to be the men.

......................

Boy went back to check his phone that I don't know how many times. "Is master keenan okay? why have you not contacted me until now? Don't don't..."

Boy shook his head "no, I have to make sure" muttered boy rushed down from the Ferrari car parked near a bush one and a half meters high.

Boy walks settle into a creepy old house that has long been neglected.I don't know who the owner is, who let this luxury house just like that.

No. no. No...

Boy quickly hid under the stairs, lest he be set on fire by the bad guy.

"Wait, I smell like vanilla"

"shit, I shouldn't have used the perfume earlier" inner boy.

"That's my perfume sir" said another man.

"change your perfume, I don't like the smell"

"well sir"

A few minutes later

"It looks like there is no one" murmured Boy out slowly because there could still be people around him.

"If they're okay, then where's Mr Keenan? May you be well" lirih boy stared around.

Boy took his foot to the stairs, because there was no hiding place, so it is certain that his master was not on this floor.

"What is this" Boy said as he felt his foot stepping on something on the stairs.

Boy bent his body, seen a black shoe that model has never been on the market.

"It's a master's shoe" said boy realized something, he used to gift a shoe to Keenan. But because of the keenness of the owner of the largest fashion company in the world, he designed his own shoes for Keenan that had never been sold before. actually he himself never pursued design lessons, but he did not know how to design, but since childhood he often won drawing & designing competitions.

"it's not wrong anymore, it's your shoes. But where is mister?" tanya Boy's brain-twisting.

"don't don't...."