Three friends are brought together to discover the reason behind a close one's death and as a result come across a secret that will hold their lives hostage forever.
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Richard Vander wakes up on a Friday morning in Manhattan for his daily jog at the Central Park; little did he know about the beautiful surprise that awaited him there. An unexpected incident at the park brings together two FBI agents and Kiara Debonair, three friends who are just curious enough to find out what exactly happened and why. In an attempt to know everything, they temporarily mislead the public and investigate in silence. However, everything turns each of their normal lives into something remarkable and absolutely peculiar, when they discover a dangerous secret that has been carefully sealed away from exposure. Was it right for them to be as curious? Is the secret that dangerous? Is this going to impact their lives…possibly forever?
The dense fog disappeared as the sun rose above the horizon. A seventeen-year-old girl stepped into the light from the dark shadows of the park and walked over to a nearby bench to enjoy the rising sun. She was a tan-skinned girl wearing a white dress that fell just below her knees. Her face was soft and friendly, just like the day. It was Friday and everyone in Manhattan had a whole weekend to look forward to.
Sitting on the bench, she gazed at the rose she held. It was white, just like her dress and sandals. The sun’s rays increased the warmth in the atmosphere as each minute passed. The morning breeze brushed her black hair behind her shoulders. The girl suddenly turned her head to the left to look at young man jogging on the sidewalk that ran parallel to the bench she was sitting on, with her black eyes.
The jogger was not more than nineteen years of age and was wearing his track suit, along with a University sweatshirt from Columbia. His brown hair flew up and down with each step he took on his morning jog. His blue eyes were fixed at the path before him, as if he was expecting to see someone, perhaps, waiting for him.
Noticing him, the girl stood up from her still posture on the bench, picked up her rose carefully and started walking across the sidewalk to stand on the other side, opposite to the bench she had occupied until now. Her eyes never left the jogger. The man was still several feet away, jogging and simultaneously glancing at his watch, which read 6:30 A.M. The girl paused in the middle of the sidewalk for a short moment before purposefully dropping her rose on the ground and continued to cross the path. She faced the bench and waited, but her anticipating eyes never left the jogger as his image got larger and larger by each second.
As the man approached the bench, he stopped. He stood there glancing at the white rose on the ground. He picked it up and noticed that a piece of paper was rolled up and attached to its stem. He unrolled it, curiously, and read the words, “I choose war” on it and looked up, confused. His eyes traced his surroundings, but he could not see anything or anyone. He started to move forward, avoiding the rose and whatever was written on it, but fell when he was nailed to the ground by a light pole, which stood near the bench, when it fell on him. The nineteen-year-old collapsed on the walkway with the pole on top of him. During this whole process, the pole brought down with it, some electrical wires which almost immediately created enough sparks to start a small fire. The man trapped under the pole, was left to burn in it.
The girl who stood only a few feet away from him the whole time, smirked at the horrendous sight.