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III. one of us is missing

TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul: There. The second article down... reasons for the kidnappings and missing persons cases.

LOI: They appealed to poverty-stricken areas. Squatter settlements. Places where renovation and higher education, if any at all, hasn't been passed as a concerning issue to the authorities yet.

M&M: This area's not physically located in my country. Then again I'm not in charge of being involved in the dirty action anyways.

[ My eyes widened as I suddenly realized something was wrong. The name of the chatroom. It was 'missing two' when I entered, and then Arsomis changed it to 'missing a.' I squinted at the screen in thought and began slowing scrolling upwards to check our earlier messages. My suspicion was eventually confirmed. ]

Venus: Speaking of being involved in the action, where... is Beta?

Pooh: :D

Venus: ... Are you serious?

TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul: ... yeah, we thought you would know where Beta was...

Venus: How the fuck would I know? This isn't a joke, right? None of you know where our leader is?

M&M: ... No Venus, he didn't show up for the meeting.

LO1: Maybe something came up?

Venus: For this long? I had something come up and I still managed to get on here. This is important.

Pooh: :D

TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul: Pooh my pal, I like where you're going with this, but we can't contact him personally. That gives away our voices.

Venus: Messaging?

LO1: Doesn't pick up. I've been trying ever since the first of us got on.

[ Little did I know the shower had turned off for a while now upstairs. I rubbed my chin and racked my brain for something. A moment of silence persisted before I got it. I almost didn't hear the deep voice through my ears as he sent me a message. "... Gone."

My eyes narrowed as I eyed the folder and began flipping through the files, past all the articles, all the photographs, and all the press notes on the matter. There. At the very back inside-flap of the folder, it says... —I can't read it.

"The rain," I grunted at myself for being so careless, "Ink's all messed up."

If I strained my eyes, I could make out a few letters of the jumble of ink stain. And based on those letters and their spacing, I made out two words for certain: ... Where... Blind...

Where? Blind? What does this all mean... Where was Beta? Were these instructions for the mission... or was it for both? ]

Venus: When you read the words, 'where' and 'blind,' what comes to mind?

TheReflectiveSurfaceofMySoul: That was so random.