But she will find out what really happened.

She will no longer be a victim.

She will find Brent.

Only he matters.

Brent.

In a dark room, lit only by the TV screen, sat a young man with blond hair. A dark T-shirt, plain worn jeans, a pretty face, finally not hidden by a baseball cap. The look is calm, almost indifferent and relaxed posture. But only if necessary - he is able to gather in a few seconds and repulse any opponent. Even without the shadow that was once again wasted.

In the hands of the man was a bottle of absinthe, which he drank straight from his throat....