In the dark, stormy night, a car slowly drove alone on the vacant road, passing the Capital city's bright night life, moving in the direction of the mountains, reflecting the beautiful natural scenery of the suburbs.
Inside that car, Alexander glanced at the little girl sitting beside him with her eyes closed and sighed once again.
'Am I doing the correct thing to do?'
He had been asking this same question to himself for the past one hour ever since he had helped Sarina escape from the hospital; completely unnoticed by everyone there, right under their noses.
He simply couldn't understand what a 10 years old girl would want to talk about with a man who had kidnapped her and wanted to sell her for his personal profits.
But then again, he also recalled the scene very vividly when he reached that abandoned factory to rescue Rosalia.
