It's your farewell...

The night was dark and ghost quiet. He could even hear the mystic sound of the soft breezes flowing by, making him shiver a little.

Though it had been a while since they came back to Shackled Hills, D couldn't forget the anonymous feeling of danger that seemed to be approaching him slowly.

He sighed and turned back to his room when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang non-stop.

Who could have come at this hour?

D slowly approached the intercom to see who had arrived, but there was no one. Finding it strange he turned away but doorbell started ringing again. Frustrated, D directly opened the door and stood outside, not realising that someone had sneaked inside.

Cursing under his breath as he thought someone was pranking him, he closed the door. But the moment he turned around, the scene intrigued him a little.

A man was sitting on the sofa, dressed in all black. Staring at him in the eyes. He had a gun in his hands and carried the aura of a killer.

"We... meet again! You have become more handsome as the time passed by!", his voice send shivers down D's spine and he straightened himself.

"H-How did you e-escape?", D's voice got a bit rushed as he struggled to keep his wits together.

"Hah! They cannot keep me bounded for long! Enough talking, boy, how about getting this done with?", he took a step forward fisting his gun dangerously in the air as he loaded it and finally pointed towards D.

"Come on, boy. It's your farewell to this cruel world-"

Suddenly, the door slammed open when a furious looking Zsadin barged inside.

"Its your D-day, today. Brandon, hand over your self and you would live!", she held a gun in her hand, swiftly moving forward as she shoved D behind her.

"Stay behind. Do you have that gun you mentioned earlier? If yes, where is it right now?", but D just stood stiff like a statue, not being able to say anything.

Her voice sounded like a tranquilizer to him!

'What the hell is wrong with me!'

"Ah, what luck! This girl made my work easy! Should I reward you?", his stance changed as he turned towards her.

"Mr.D, return to your senses! Where is that gun?", her impatient voice brought him back to reality.

"It-it is in my room!", and Zsadin sighed inwardly.

'Ah, what a fool!'

"What are whispering among yourselves? Tell me, are you discussing your last wishes?", and stepped towards them, forcing Zsadin and D to take a step back.

Suddenly, Zsadin stepped on something which caused her to stumble and she stomped her feet causing the thing to rise in the air. It was a baseball bat and she grabbed it ever so fast yet as Brandon was alarmed he fired a shot at them causing Zsadin to push D away as she herself hid behind the other sofas. D landed behind the wall of the kitchen buying time for her to position herself to attack, when suddenly many men stepped inside.

They surrounded Brandon as he kept yelling at them to leave him alone and go away.

But despite him shouting at them like a madman, one of them snatched the gun away and a few of them held him by his forearms and dragged him outside.

"Boss, Magnus here. We have captured him....yes.....he is at the singer's house..... no, I didn't see her.... yes, we will head back now!" and the one who had snatched the gun stepped outside with all of the men and left.