Lovino?

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Sadik called in sick that day, walking around the neighborhood.
First day of searching!

Where would Antonio live?

He asked himself as he walked down through and alley, kids with a soccer ball running past him, almost shoving him against the dumpster.
Sadik looked around the alley.
What a coincidence if he was here!
Sadik then saw a man with brown hair sitting against the wall, looking as if he was asleep.
He walked over and glanced at the man's face to meet half lidded green eyes, seeming almost paler as he stared of into nothing, his mouth open just barely, breathing harshly.

Speak of the devil.

It was him. Antonio.
Looking disorganized and disheveled.
"Antonio?"
The man only flinched as Sadik gently set his hand on his cold shoulder.
Antonio's eyes slowly shifted to look at the man. Other than that he was motionless.
The poor Spaniard had a split lip, which made his smile look grim.
He also had a gash on his right fore arm, the opposite of the one Sadik had set his hand.
The gashed arm was around his stomach.
"What..." Sadik moved the Spaniard's hand away from his stomach.
He shot his free hand to his mouth, trying not to scream.
Antonio had been stabbed.
"I'm calling 911, don't worry."
"N...no..."
Sadik looked over at him, confused.
"Why?"
"Lovino... Will hurt us both..."
Sadik became furious.
"Why? Did he do this to you?"
Antonio stayed quiet. That said it all.
"I'm calling the cops."
"Please... Call Ivan..."
"What?"
"Call... Ivan..."
Antonio shakily pulled out his own phone, handing it to Sadik.
"He's on speed dial..."
Sadik dialed it and called, quick talk, then he hung up and waited.

And that's when he met Natalia, Antonio's shoulder angel's sister.

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