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At exactly 7 pm, Bryce set out in his car dressed in a black hoodie that covered his face and matching joggers with a box of money in the back seat. The lady on the phone had not specified if they needed money, but from his experience, he knew that all she needed was money.

He refused to tell his guards his whereabouts, as he raced out of his mansion.

The sky was already dark for the time the clock told. Maybe it was because of the heavy downpour that some hours back. Either way, the weather, and atmosphere were not friendly to him.

The oak building was not...