Stephan's visit to the police station was uneventful, really. He wasn't arrested but asked to come to make a statement and help in the police investigation. As they did not find drugs on the other guy, Stephan could not be arrested on suspicion of drug dealing.

Thus, the only thing the police could do was request for Stephan to help in the investigation.

Stephan was prepared for this, thus did not resist and cooperated fully. He politely told them he was going to call his lawyer and would meet with them at the police station.

Everything went by smoothly and the police had no choice but to let Stephan go.

The drug dealing exchange turned out to be the sale of some rare vintage books, and though the police felt something was wrong, they had no cause to hold Stephan any longer.

After four hours of the interrogation, Stephan was let go.

As he stepped out of the police station, he shook hands with the lawyer that Kyle had provided for him and took a deep breath of fresh air. He looked up at the blue sky, thinking that he had just escaped from something quite major.

As for the police?

They had their hands full.

Multiple murders at the mall they had been in, and one unexplained death. When the autopsy report came in, it turned out that the guy had had a heart attack. As for the other deaths?

They couldn't get any leads at all.

The identities of the three people were hidden, as there was no record about them at all. Even their fingerprints had been burned off. Professional assassins had been killed off effortlessly and without leaving any evidence behind.

In truth, the police were glad that they didn't have more evidence to dig up. They felt like their lives were in danger if they did manage to find something. This seemed to be on a whole different level.

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Donnie was sitting in his car, glad to be getting away from this small place and back to where he should be. It felt like the journey was taking so long.

He was impatient.

It was already late evening, as the only flight left to leave was at night. Although he had plenty of time before the flight, he prefered to wait at the airport rather than wasting time anywhere else.

The sky was getting darker and it started to rain.

Donnie hoped the rain didn't mean that the flight would be delayed.

As he was thinking that, the airconditioning in the car became warm. In fact, it wasn't working. The radio became weird as it couldn't get a signal and then, the windscreen wipers stopped moving.

Donnie frowned.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

He noticed the driver was shaking, the hands gripping on the steering so hard that his knuckles were white.

"B-Bo-Boss," the driver said shakingly, as he looked about on the road they were on nervously, "Th-the car … nothing seems to be working."

It was getting dangerous to continue to drive, as the rain fell and the wipers weren't moving. The driver couldn't see in front of him very well and worse … though he didn't say it to his boss, the car was actually slowing down.

It wasn't him that was doing so.

The driver was a local of Country M, and was well aware of all the 'hot spots' in the country. The hot spots here being, of course, areas where strange phenomenons occur, and not physical locations where you can get good internet connections.

This stretch of road was one of them.

On this road, you must not allow a black car would overtake you. Otherwise, you'll never get out. Another more terrifying 'story' was that you must never stop here - for if you do, you will get visitors. If there was no choice, you must stay in the car and never go out, even if you hear knocking on the door.

The story was that a car had broken down in this area. The guy had gone out to look for help and told the girl to stay in the car and not go out as it was not safe. She listened to him well.

However, after a while, there was this knocking sound that seemed to come from the roof of the car. She felt it was most likely a monkey since this stretch of road used to be a jungle. In fact, this particular part of the road still had some parts of the jungle as the road cut through it.

Eventually, a policeman came and knocked on her window. He told her gently to get out of the car and follow him. Relieved, she did as she was told and when she was about to turn her head, the police told her not to.

He urged her to follow him quickly and not to look back.

Of course, she did.

To see a figure in white, with long hair covering the face, sitting on the roof of her car and knocking something on the roof.

That 'something' was her boyfriend's severed head.

The driver was ready to cry right now, for the car was steadily slowing down. Was this what the couple had experienced?

"Sorry Boss, something wrong with the car," the driver said nervously as the car slowly came to a stop.

He tried to start the engine but nothing.

It was getting hot in the car, and Donnie took off his jacket and unbuttoned some buttons on his shirt. Beads of sweat started to show on his forehead and he looked at his phone.

Great. Just great.

No reception.

What lousy luck is this?!

Donnie looked out and noticed that there were hardly any cars on the road, and that the nearest rest area was 2km away.

"Go out and stop a car," Donnie ordered gruffly.

The driver almost peed in his pants.