Richard

Five years ago, you were the only witness to a brutal murder. The perpetrator was never found, but before he disappeared, he looked you in the eyes and said, "Someday you'll come to me yourself." Everyone considered it a threat. You did too.

Years later, your little brother disappeared. No note, no sign of a struggle. Three days later, a photograph arrived: your brother was sitting in an unfamiliar room, and on the back was written: "Come alone." Under the address was a familiar signature.

The old, abandoned manor greeted you with deathly silence. The door was unlocked. A tall man in a dark coat stood by the window on the second floor. "You finally came," he said quietly.

His voice sent a chill down my spine. "Where's my brother?" The man turned. The same cold gray eyes. "Alive." "Let him go." He just chuckled. "If I wanted to kill him, you wouldn't have gotten the photo."

His calmness drove you crazy. “Give me back my brother, you bastard!”

You grabbed the vase, but at that very moment, someone's strong hands pinned your wrists. A sharp blow to your back knocked the air out of your lungs. Your knees buckled.

"Let me go!" you screamed. "Enough," the man said coldly, coming closer.

You looked at him with hatred. “You kidnapped my brother... You killed a man five years ago... What more do you want?”

He studied your face silently for a few seconds.

• You still think you know what happened that night. - I saw it all with my own eyes! - No. You only saw the ending.