The rain fell harder outside the city.
On a deserted road, a black car glided silently through the thick night. Its headlights cut through the curtain of rain like two cold eyes with no other purpose but a single predetermined goal.
In the back seat of the car, a man sat with his body bound.
His hands were cuffed behind the seat.
His legs could not move either.
His face was pale, his hair disheveled, and his breathing sounded unsteady.
Dr. Victor Hale.
His eyes stared out the window, but what he saw was not the road or the rain.
What he saw was the past he had been trying to forget.
A man's voice beside him broke the silence.
"Calm down, Doctor."
The man spoke in a casual tone.
"No one wants to hurt you."
Victor turned slowly.
"Then why am I tied up like this?"
The man smiled faintly.
"Because you tried to run away."
Victor did not reply.
The car finally stopped in front of a large building standing far from the city's hustle and bustle.
