(Chris's POV)
I woke up again and found myself in the same room as before. I could sense the man from before sitting next to me. He got up and looked down at me.
"You have to help us, Amery, you need my sister as much as we do."
I looked up at him, as I remembered his face in Alex's memories. This man had always loved his little sister, he genuinely wanted to save her.
"Armando," I said, he nodded," you were more like a father to her than both those men put together. She loved you greatly."
Some emotion came across his face, an emotion only a father would have for a child, but he cleared his throat, letting it fade.
"I wasn't man enough to protect her."
"You being a man or not had nothing to do with it, but...sad truth is...I can't help you either...I have no idea where they would
