P, J, and Agent Lee waited anxiously for Dr. Patel at the Met, but she never showed up. Concern turned to alarm as they requested her home address and raced to her apartment. Their hearts sank as they arrived to find her home trashed and ransacked, Dr. Patel nowhere to be found. Agent Lee's expression turned grim, as things have turned for the worst.
As they scoured the apartment for clues, J spotted a half-burnt note under the sofa. The charred message read: "Tonight, 9pm, Washington Park, bring…" The rest was illegible, burned beyond recognition. Time was running out, it was close to 9. They rushed to the park, hoping to find answers.
As they arrived to the park, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of Dr. Patel or the mysterious note sender. They decided to hide out of site, suddenly, a figure emerged out of the darkness, he seemed out of place and ominous. P&J’s jaws dropped in disbelief as they rushed in for a closer look. Their hearts pounding with anticipation, How could it be him? Their minds raced with questions.
