Chapter 810
For months, it had been a cat-and-mouse game, with Keith always lurking in the shadows, provoking Tarquin from the safety of anonymity. But when Tarquin finally struck back, he hit Keith where it hurt, almost costing him everything.
Keith had been in a dark place for days on end.
It wasn't until the latest news broke that he felt a surge of energy - not excitement, but pure rage.
His disdain for those who harm children had grown exponentially.
The case in question involved a five-year-old girl, snatched from her grandmother at a bustling farmer's market.
Taken in perfect health, she was found with her corneas removed. So young, and now condemned to a world without light.
Videos of the girl, pre and post-tragedy, surfaced online. In the before clips, she's seen laughing, playfully grabbing at her father's glasses, sweetly calling him "daddy".
Now, with her father right in front of her, she doesn't recognize him. Not because she doesn't remember, but because she can't see...
Tentatively, she reaches out with her chubby little hands, touching her father's face, and whispers, "Is that you, Daddy?"
Choking back tears, her father responds, "Yes, baby, it's Daddy."
Head tilted in confusion, she asks in innocent curiosity, "Did Daddy become invisible? I can't see Daddy anymore. When will I be able to see you again?"
Her father breaks down, unable to respond.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
The inte's heart shattered for the father-daughter duo. Permanently blind, with no hope for recovery, as confirmed by doctors.
Outrage and sympathy poured in fromizens, cursing the traffickers, wishing them the most painful of fates.
Keith, eyes ablaze with fury, clenched his jaw and licked his lips in a strange mix of anger and determination, making a cryptic phone call. Shutting off his computer, he changed into a set of black athletic wear.
Twenty minutes later, a 'delivery guy' rang the doorbell, handing over a package before Keith donned the delivery uniform and left the house.
With a mask and baseball cap concealing his identity, even his own bodyguards weren't sure if it was Keith or just another delivery guy leaving the premises.
Split between following the suspect and staying back to keep watch, they were unaware of Keith's awareness of their surveillance, courtesy of Tarquin.
After a day spent delivering food in a mundane disguise, Keith shed his delivery attire by evening, evading his tail and heading straight to the detention center...
The next day, the inte erupted once more.
The traffickers, just recently the target of public outrage, were found dead overnight.
Insider claims surfaced online, detailing how a vigilante infiltrated the detention center, overpowered the guards, and executed the traffickers. The message was clear: harm children, face death.
While the police remained silent, the lack of denial fueled public excitement and speculation. The consensus was clear: no sympathy for the traffickers, with many openly thanking the mysterious avenger.
When Tarquin caught wind of the news, his initial shock quickly turned to concern.
He too despised the traffickers and had even made calls to ensure they'd receive a 'warm welcome' in custody. Yet, he hadn't expected them to be dead by morning.
And the vigilante? It was Keith.