When Alice arrived at the restaurant where Paul had summoned her, she assumed he'd already be there. disappointingly for her, she had to sit and wait for him, something that she wasn't  keen of doing, nor was she used to. As the time continued to pass she grew impatient, specially as her messages continued to go unanswered by Paul. She couldn't believe he was actually ghosting her, to begin with, he was the one who wanted to meet, and secondly, it was very unlike him to not show up for something. As a very renowned photographer Allen was a busy man. Alice remembered seeing him once or twice in the past couple of years, the last time she had seen him was when they hired him for their wedding, which had been about five years ago.  Out of all the surviving children of the evil dictatorship, Allen was always the most low-profile, really wanting to avoid having any to do with anybody, including at times his own sister. He'd grown considering that his father had forever stain the family reputation and name, therefore the decision to change his last name, and doing all kinds of bureaucratic pirouettes to never be related to him, or Applewhite.

Alice was seriously considering calling it off and going home as Paul was already running one hour late, and not having responded any of her messages made it all worse. As she scanned the room for any signs of the late bird, something curious caught her eye on the TV above her. She looked up at the TV as if drawn by a mysterious force she couldn't explain, as if someone had whispered into her ear to pay attention. It was on the news, they were talking something about a murder in the Miami-Dade County. That wasn't uncommon, but there was something inside her that told her it was important.

However the sound on that TV was muffled by the other TV broadcasting an M.M.A fights, and all of the annoying fans yelling, and causing a ruckus. It always amused her how many of those men watching those fights, and yelling commands at the fighters would never know what to do if they were fighting in the cage themselves, and how all that bluffing toughness would go away if they were ever punched.

-"Could you turn the volume on for this TV." -Alice asked a waitress as she came closer to it mesmerized by that inexplicable magnetism. And once the waitress did so, she was able to hear the news.

-"Police at the Miami-Dade County had said it is to early to determine a motive, however foul-play hasn't completely being ruled out yet. As investigators continue to look into this possible suicide, many members of this safe community are horrified by it, many of whom knew the victim who has been identified as thirty-one year old professional Photographer and graphics-designer Paul Allen, a Florida native." -Once the reporter concluded saying that, Alice felt like fainting. She had to catch her weight as she felt the whole world crashing down on her. Somehow this was something she feared, a deep and secret fear she had subconsciously buried in the back of her head. Something she was too afraid to even think about. 

Once she had come back to her senses, the only thing in her mind was the safety of her son. Like possessed by the devil, she stormed out of the place, got in her car and drove away. Disregarding every single stop sign, or red traffic light she encountered she sped through the busy streets, swerving, honking, and taking every shortcut she knew.

Not having any time to park properly, she stopped the car, and jumped out if it, almost before she turned the engine off, she ran to the front door, still with the phone in her hand, as she eagerly tried to reach Aaron with no result. She ran her heart out, racing against time, and just a few feet away from the front door, she was met by three masked man who were exiting her house, as they carried a fainted Aaron. Without faltering, one of them man reach down his pocket, took out a taser, and tased until she felt on the ground with a deaden scream in her throat ready to come out.  

Five Hours Later...

Aaron made his way around the dim, dilapidated and ramshackle warehouse he seemed to be in, it looked like some kind of old abandoned factory, but he wasn't sure for how dark the hallways were. All he knew is that there was debris everywhere, and that no matter which turn he took, there seemed to not be an exit anywhere. The creepy hallucinations were starting to fade away, and the dizziness was wearing off too. He walked away from the only illuminated place in the whole building, and into the pitch black hallways running away from imaginary spiders that crawled in the ceiling. As he stumbled around in the dark hallway, he heard a hushed and distant voice talking on the other side of the wall. Terrified he ducked-down, and walked towards it. 

He followed the hoarse metallic voice to its source, there was a door on the side of the wall to his right. He didn't crossed it, but remained ducked-down, outside, waiting to see what he could hear. 

-"I said every single one of them." -One of the voices said, with clear agitation, noticeable even though this voice was masked and sounded very robotic.

-"He's just a kid, he can't do anything." -Another voice replied.

-"Maybe I am not making myself clear here. I am the one in charge! and when I said every single one of them, I mean it. I am choosing my words here carefully. Go and find the boy, he escaped you, you let him get away." -The robotic voice commanded.

-"We searched the whole house up and down, he is not there." -Another voice interjected.

-"Then where is he!?" -The synthetic voice asked. At this point Aaron had garnished the courage to peek inside, and noticed that the one giving the orders was a man with a weird gas mask, goggles, and purple hair. 

-"Go search the house again. And don't come back empty-handed!" 

Once Aaron heard that, he stood up like a bolt of lightening, and sprinted in the same direction he came, and away from the door. In the middle of his abashment, and his obvious dismay, he ended up opening some heavy metallic door, and entering it. It was icy cold in there, it was some old abandoned freezer, that still seemed to be operating somehow. There were empty meat-hooks hanging from the metal bars, waggling still as they were hit by the cold air coming from the cold room in the back. The back was covered by some plastic strip-curtains that also swayed softly by the freezing air coming through them. Aaron decided to open the hanging strip-curtains, and there, in the back, hanging naked, swinging from the meat-hooks that had perforated her back, was Alice.

It took a minute to process the ghastly sight. But once he realized what he was seeing, he had to cover his mouth in terror, as not scream. Alice hung from the meat-hooks, with her head down, and her arms completely hanging by her side too. Her skin had turned purple, her body looked devoid of all life. He came closer to her. Her eyes were closed and looked sunken, but despite of how painful it might have all been, her expression was somehow peaceful, restful. He went to touch her, and as he did, he made her hanging body rock back and forth, he noticed no movement, or sign of life. Suddenly, a loud gasp came from the hanging corpse, she had produced an agonizing groan, that made Aaron's heart skip a beat, and made him take a few steps back in fright.

-"Are you alive?" -He whispered completely shocked.

-"Save him. Save Michael." -She said with a moaning voice.

-"Where is he?" -Aaron asked.

-"The secret room."