A Request

My name is Aisha Miller, and my father is Oscar Miller, a trucker who exports goods to the Mexican border and returns with more products from that country.

His job is simple: one trip out and one trip back to maximize his time away from home.

Everything would have been as usual if he hadn't disappeared a few weeks ago. From one night to the next, we lost all contact with him, and now I fear something terrible has happened.

We contacted the company, which did indeed track his route, but from one night to the next, his truck's signal was lost. The authorities said they would investigate, but the location where Oscar disappeared was complex, making the investigation lengthy.

Furthermore, they were unsure if he had actually disappeared on national or foreign soil, which would significantly complicate the investigation.

But Aisha didn't have time; she was desperate and urgently needed someone to save her father.

Her mother had fallen into a deep depression and coped by immersing herself in work, distancing herself from the family, and patiently waiting for the authorities to bring back her husband.

No one but Aisha was suited to save her father or at least find news of him, and she knew that.

Over time, she had lost all hope until her little neighbor came to her one day with very specific instructions on how to find out about her father.

The name of that girl was Gwen Shaw. It was rumored that her mother had special abilities, but those were just rumors. People didn't talk about it because she had died a long time ago, and her husband was fiercely protective of his family.

Aisha didn't have many chances of finding out more about her father, so after much thought, she followed the instructions exactly as they were written on the piece of paper.

[You must go to Mrs. Perry's restaurant at 11:30 a.m., speak to a man in a black suit, and tell him that he's the man who kills bad people.]

"Girl, who told you about me?" Ethan asked, very interested.

"Huh?" Aisha was surprised again and looked up at Ethan, who was staring at her intently.

"You mentioned some things that intrigue me, so you're going to give me the name of the person who told you what I do," Ethan said as he ate his baguette.

This girl had a problem; he could sense it, but first, he needed to know who had told her before continuing.

Aisha looked around, fearing she might be overheard, and whispered, "My father disappeared at the Mexican border. My friend Gwen mentioned that some terrible things have captured him, so I need your help to find him."

"Gwen? I also need her last name." Ethan took out a mini-computer and began typing the name.

"She's not a bad person; she just wanted to help me."

"And neither am I. I help people selflessly, so if you want my help, I need you to tell me the full name of the person who recommended me," Ethan said with a kind look—or at least, that was his intention.

Aisha thought long and hard before whispering, "Gwen Shaw. She's my friend; she's in elementary school, so I hope this doesn't cause her any trouble. I heard her father is a very bad person; he'd hit his daughter without hesitation."

Ethan entered the name, and soon the name of her mother, Ale Shaw, appeared—a medium and clairvoyant who had died at the hands of an evil spirit.

This woman's work had been crucial in eliminating numerous dark entities, and after her death, at her own request, her family was not involved in further issues.

Perhaps her father knows that his daughter has the same abilities as her mother. Ethan thought that maybe those abilities are now awakening, and it's of utmost importance to the Association of Light if she indeed possesses them.

But Ethan wouldn't judge her as others had judged her mother; Gwen would choose the path that suited her best.

Even so, he would give her a warning, hoping a child would understand.

"Alright, now tell me about your problem and be very descriptive," Ethan said, giving his full attention to Aisha, who was clearly distressed.

Aisha nodded and said, "I think my father disappeared after encountering something very dark on his way home. Please, I need your help; there's no one else who can help me."