It was a little while later when a young woman—who looked to be around the age of nineteen—called out, “You actually found him, uncle!”

The girl herself was standing by the door of a home that was located within a shantytown west of the city’s suburbs. From the looks of it, she appeared to have been waiting there for quite a while.

As for the person she was speaking to, it was a middle-aged man who had just ridden his tricycle into the home’s compound. Behind the tricycle, lay a bloodied and