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James stood surrounded by a few security guards and onlookers, tension thick in the air as one of the guards held a phone, ready to call the police. He glanced at the spider web of cracks in the wall, the evidence of his earlier frustration, and knew there was no denying his actions. Reluctantly, he resigned himself to the situation.

"Alright, how do you want me to compensate for this? How much is it going to cost?" he asked, sighing deeply.

The amusement park staff, now a little more at ease with his demeanor, began discussing the matter amongst themselves. James, meanwhile, had intended to grab a bite to eat with Clarice, but now he was stuck here, and he could feel time slipping away.

As he looked down to speak with her, he noticed she was no longer by his side.

"Clarice!"

His heart raced as he called her name, panic rising in his chest. "Clarice!"

He searched the area frantically, his mind racing. The horrifying thought of losing her gripped him. He had seen such tragedies unfold on the news countless times; he never imagined it could happen to him.

"Clarice!" he shouted again, desperation creeping into his voice. His senses were heightened, but he couldn't feel her presence anywhere.

"Wait a minute, sir," a security guard interrupted, stepping forward with an electric baton in hand, blocking James's path. "You can't leave until we sort this out."

In a moment of blind panic, James grabbed the guard by the collar and lifted him off the ground. "Where is she? The girl who was just here—did you see which way she went?"

The guard's eyes went wide with fear as he stammered, "I... I don't know. I was just—"

Before he could finish, James flicked the baton from the guard's hand, sending it crashing into the wall, where it embedded itself, leaving just the handle sticking out.

The surrounding crowd gasped, stepping back in fear. James's fury was palpable, his body radiating a heat that felt almost otherworldly. "Who saw her? Has anyone seen where she went?"

The tension in the air thickened. The security guard squirmed in James's grip, sweat beading on his forehead. "The security control room," he finally managed to say. "We can check the footage."

James released him, urgency propelling him forward. They rushed to the surveillance room, where the guard hastily booted up the monitors. The footage revealed Clarice standing beside James, but then, as he took the call, she bent down to tie her shoelaces.

In a flash, a hooded figure appeared, darting in from the side. He swiftly covered Clarice's mouth with a cloth and dragged her into the bushes. The entire act was over in mere seconds, the man clearly experienced and efficient.

James's heart sank as he watched the footage. The figure escaped into a van emblazoned with a large paper box logo.

"It's the traffickers again!" James shouted, filled with rage. In a moment of reckless desperation, he swung a folding stool, knocking the security guard aside.

"Why are you attacking me?" the guard gasped, his eyes wide with confusion and pain.

Outside, several security guards were already assembling, weapons drawn and aimed at the door. James felt the weight of the moment; he couldn't afford to be caught.

With a loud crash, he threw the stool through the window, shattering the reinforced glass. He leaped through the opening, landing on the roof of the adjacent building with a practiced grace.

He sprinted across the rooftops, adrenaline surging through him. From above, he believed he could outpace the van on the ground. But the city sprawled in every direction, and as he raced, the reality of the situation set in.

After ten grueling minutes of searching, James was no closer to finding the vehicle. Frustration boiling over, he picked up his phone and dialed Peter.

"James, are you on your way?" Peter's voice crackled through.

"No, something's gone wrong. Clarice was kidnapped. I can't track the van. Can you reach out to Hyde and see if he can get the license plate info?"

"Got it. Stay put; I'll handle it."

As Peter worked, James continued his search, expanding his radius, but it was futile. A growing sense of dread settled in his stomach.

After what felt like an eternity, Peter reached back with troubling news. "The car entered a garage and hasn't come out. I'm sending you the address."

James raced to the location, but when he arrived, the garage was dark and empty, devoid of any surveillance cameras. The realization hit him hard—he was losing precious time.

Frustrated and desperate, he smashed the car's hood in anger, but it didn't change anything. He stepped outside, climbing to the rooftop of a nearby building, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

He closed his eyes, attempting to reach out to the universe, channeling his energy. Clarice was out there somewhere, and he needed to connect with her.

For over two hours, he sat in silence, focusing on her essence, willing her to call out to him. Just as twilight enveloped the city, the stillness was broken.

"James! Where are you? I'm so scared!"

Her voice echoed in his mind, clear as day.

With renewed determination, he opened his eyes. He would find her. He had to.