This man was absolutely infuriating, I desired to have nothing to do with him. Sitting here in a room, feeling hopeless was definitely not on the desired list of things to do. Being kidnapped by some psychopath was also not on my ideal list of things to do today.

“Stop moving, you’ll trigger the trap,” I argued with Andrew. The aforementioned rolled his eyes and focused more on trying to figure ...

I should have listened to him, and now the only thing that was left was his compass. The dial had broke, fixed on one point as if it were telling me where my brother was.

The last person to hear from him was his friend before he left his shift at the university library. That had been around 9pm when the library closed for spring hours. He never made it home, but when I had went to look for him, ...