Top slowly pushes against the door cautiously stepping inside.
"Oh God!" Elena huffs.
Her hands quickly jump to cover her mouth. Inside of the bank was the aftermath of what was clearly a massacre. There were mangled bodies everywere. Some of which were missing limbs, others look as if entire chucnks had been bitten out of them. The worst of which were brutally ripped apart so badly they were barely recognizable as human. Blood was sprayed and splattered everywhere all over the vicinity. Elena wants to look away but the scene compells her to stare in complete silence every single person inside was a corpse staring into nothingness with lifeless eyes. Top stares at the scene unresponsive before calmy steps inside and steps inside to navigate through the mass of bodies.
"Looks like my guess was right, no one here made it out alive." he affirms coldly.
Elena began to feel an intense wave of dread as she looked the around. There were dead bodies everywhere and helping Top check them one by one was one of the most gruemsome and harrowing experiences Elena had ever had the misfortune of undertaking. After losing track of just how man lifeless faces she's peered into she suddenly feels very alone, and looks around to notice that her friend as no longer within eyeshot.
"Top?" She calls out nervously
"Yea Elena?" He calls back.
"What are you doing? Where did you go?"
"Um... You might wanna come see this!"
The tone of his voice chills her to the bone but she makes her way toward the sound of his voice.
"Where are you?!" she calls out to him a second time.
"In here!" He says from a much closer distance.
She finally arrives to an office from Top's voice could be heard and peers inside to see him standing in the center of the room over a desk.
"Mr. Devuex was the head of engineering right? I think this was his office."
"What makes you think that?"
"There are blueprints everywhere and your picture was on the desk."
Top was holding up a shattered picture frame with a picture of Elena, and her father. Elena instantly recognizes the photo from back home in Paris. Elena was atop her fathers shoulders holding a small trophy in her hand high above her head. She vaguely recalls the day her league soccer team won the championship. It was one of the few times her dad had been able to attend such festivities in her young childhood. Feeling her emotions beginnning to get the best of her, Elena forces these memories aside. She doesnt want to ask her next question.
"Is he... here?"
Top scans the carnage and after a few passing moments of silence he answers.
"No I don't think so. It actually think he might've been kidnapped."
Elena looks around the same room and see's no indication of the sort.
"How did you come up with that?"
"His chair and computer are knocked over, which is a sign of struggle. The desk is crooked as if its had someone thrown against it, or maybe pulled over it. Plus, the window is broken. And this isn't exactly a ground floor. Either Mr Deveux jumped out the window and was captured on the ground or... No, he was definitely kidnapped here."
Elena was becoming impressed with Top's of detective like intuition.
"Well, how do you know they didn't just kill him after they took him?"
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Ill-Fated: Son
FantasyTop lived his days as just another teen trying to make something of himself, but then most teens dont have their house attacked by demons, beasts, and a masked supersoldier? The more he learns of the war he was born to the more control he feels slip...
