O'Connell's eyes depicted disbelief and Raymond realized, "Will you believe you and some other people were being watched, not since a year or two but, since decades just in order to confirm who and what you folks are?"

"So – so why aren’t they after them? Why me?"

"Aitóuntes has killed them all and you're the only one alive."

"What? And you still haven’t figured out my name yet –"

"You're living inside a shell. Getting in the core has reality which had granted you something which possessed by someone two millenniums ago. You'll figure out your name when you'll reach at the place where I'm telling you to go…"

O'Connell looked pale in fear. He decided he wasn’t going to tell Raymond his name. Then he told what the woman had said to him and about the strange voice message at last.

Raymond also appeared to be confused about the voice message.

"Will I get to know who called me?" O'Connell questioned.

"All you need to be concerned about is saving your life. Now, you've told me about it so, come with me wherever I take you to."

"How can I even show trust up on you?" O'Connell interrupted.

"Because I didn’t even hurt you when you were drugged inside your house for many nights. And look, I haven’t even touched you. If you were to be hurt by me, you would have been dead by now." Raymond said to O'Connell, who was gazing at his shirt's wrinkle caused by Raymond's grip.

"Follow me." Raymond rose up.

But he didn’t opt to get on his feet. When Raymond noticed the hesitation and looked back at him who something to say, "Let me go to restroom first."

Raymond stood silent when O'Connell got on his feet from the couch and started making his way slow through the drunken crowd.

The way to restroom was empty as usual because nobody wanted to waste their time in toilet instead of alcohol and other high making substances. He sensed his feet tremble with each step and with every step, strength coming back inside his limbs.

When he was near the door of bathroom then he could hear tramps of someone approaching towards him. Without even looking back, he spoke out loud, "Raymond, let me get in here alone. Please!"

But no reply came. Instead he heard click of an army knife being unfolded. O'Connell froze in fear when he noticed the man's facial features were nowhere near Raymond. He was not even Raymond. He was somebody dangerous, instead, who had a grip on six inched long shining sharp knife.

Most importantly, O'Connell had nowhere to go. He was at the end of passage trapped like a cornered mouse.