Detective Harold woke up, tied down to a chair, with his head hurting as if it would explode. He saw someone sitting in front of him. As his vision got a bit clear, he realized that Anthony was sitting there looking at detective Harold with a dagger in his hand. Detective Harold said, “Why are you doing all this, Anthony?” He immediately got a reply, “I am not Anthony. MY NAME IS SHAUN.” The detective looked at him for a few seconds and then said, “Okay, Shaun, tell me, why are you doing all this?” Shaun laughed as he kept the dagger on a table nearby and said, “Why, obviously, to protect Anthony from the people who want to take me away from him. I have been the only friend he has ever had for almost his entire life. I will not let anyone take that away from him.” The detective immediately said, “well, we both know that that is not the only reason you are doing this. There has to be more.” “There is nothing more, detective. Yes, I know who you are. I have read about you in the newspaper. THE DETECTIVE THAT NEVER MISSES, they called you.” He replied. The detective immediately said, “See, I don’t believe that for even a second. I know there is something you want from me as well; that is why you have kept me alive.” On hearing this, Shaun started crying and said, “Everyone told me not to go on the dark web. Even Anthony, but I never listened. It’s the dagger. Get it away from me, detective. I hear it calling to me, and if I refuse to use it, I die. PLEASE HELP ME.” The detective looked at him in confusion and said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Then he suddenly froze. You could tell that he was trying to move but couldn’t. Suddenly his hand reached the table, grabbed the dagger, and started cutting weird shapes on his arm. When he was done, the dagger dropped from his hand, and he fell to the floor, screaming in pain. Detective Harold was absolutely clueless as to what to do. He tried freeing himself from the chair but wasn’t able to. Then, all of a sudden, Shaun stopped screaming. There was absolute silence as he looked at the tied-up detective. A minute went by as they both sat there staring at each other. To the detective, it felt like hours. He could not tell what was going on in Shaun’s mind. This awkward, silent, and confusing moment broke when Shaun grabbed the dagger and charged towards the detective. Not knowing what to do, the detective tilted his chair sideways and tipped over onto his left arm, making a loud cracking sound. His left arm was broken. As he lay there, with all his weight on his now broken left arm, still tied to the chair, he realized that the dagger barely missed him. As the detective groaned in pain and tried to free himself, he realized that it was of no use. He knew that he would not escape from this situation easily.