The Street

2

It was a quiet day at work. I sat in my chair and stared blankly at the wall.

Suddenly, a voice was heard from behind. "Have you seen this?" Linta handed me something. I turned around to see what it was and saw an article in the Daily Chronicle about Rish Johnson's disappearance.

"Oh! That—"

Do you know her?

As seen somewhere. I didn't say anything more.

Immediately, the mother's phone rang. I saw a news story. Did you see it? I want to know if you are the girl you said you saw yesterday. Even on the phone, there is no shortage of the mother's voice. Lint feels like I'm hiding something. Her face darkened. After a moment of silence, I said I would call and hung up the phone, and continued working as usual. But the whole mind was Ann. Where will she be now? Will I see her where I saw her yesterday? Did she go?

I scanned the article—just as I expected! Ann has been missing for weeks, and her family has been unable to find any clues as to where she might be or who took her from them. Her real name is Rish Johnson.

Why did she tell me another name? Why was she sitting there? She could tell me everything. Or does she not trust me? She doesn't know me. But she would have opened her mind. I rushed to the railway station without even saying goodbye to her. My mind was filled with various thoughts.

I don't know how long it will take before the police find her. Did she leave? Anyway, let's go there and see.

As I was getting ready to finish the day's work, I heard the phone ring.

She was shocked to hear the conversation over the phone.

Do you know Risha Johnson? Did you see her yesterday? Who are you and what are you related to her? Answer me! We must find her fast!

I felt dizzy. I looked out the office window. I saw five or six people standing near a vehicle looking at the office entrance. I could feel the distance to danger shrinking. Anyway, I decided to escape without falling into their hands. This office building had an unused corridor and a secret passage. I went there once, even though no one was using it. Even though the cobwebs and dust bothered me that day, I was happy to discover something new.

If you go this way, your clothes will be dusty by the time you reach the road. I thought it would be appropriate to wear black today.

I moved slowly down the corridor. The light was low. I stopped in my tracks when I heard a small scream from the third floor. It was a female voice. I could not see her face clearly through the broken glass of the window. She cried out in pain and tied the band around her mouth so that her voice could not come out.

I looked around and made sure no one saw me and, with shaking hands, picked up the phone and put it on silent. Suddenly, the woman turned her head upwards. I was shocked! Ann Jas, with trembling hands, picked up the phone and recorded what I saw on the phone. I ensured that it reaches the authorities and channels as soon as possible. Get out of here as fast as you can! It felt like someone was saying. I sped up for it.