John Winters: grips the gun tightly She... she just left, man. No note. Nothin'. What'd I do wrong?
sighs deeply She said she couldn't take it anymore, Pearson. The nightmares, the constant fear... it was eating her alive. And I didn't even realize how much I was dragging her down.
you need to stop drinking so much
pauses, looking down Yeah, maybe you're right. But it's hard, you know? Trying to forget... trying to move on.
hey look at me Pearson puts his arm around John’s shoulder your a good person and anyone can see that. Your ex must have been blind or stupid to leave you
smirks weakly Thanks, mate. I appreciate the support. But I'm not giving up on finding her. I need to know why.
tightens his grip on the gun She left me a note, you know. Said something about a secret, a hidden truth. I need to uncover it, Pearson.
puts on a determined expression Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll start by tracking her movements, seeing where she went and who she met.
slips the note into his pocket We'll begin with her friends, her colleagues, anyone she might have been close to. We'll ask questions, dig deep.
pulls out a map and starts marking potential locations We'll also need to check her usual haunts, places she used to go.
the two head off to track her down
spots a familiar face in the crowd Hold up, Pearson. I think that's someone who might know something. excuses himself and approaches the stranger Excuse me, miss. Do you know a woman named Ex's Name?
he waits patiently for the information that will lead them closer to the truth
narrows his eyes You mentioned seeing her with someone else. Who was it? Can you describe them? Stranger: hesitates Well, they were tall, wore a hoodie, and had a strange tattoo on their neck. That's all I remember.
the two continue their search
pulls out his phone and starts researching Let's see if I can find out anything about this tattoo. scrolling through images Ah, there it is!
As John Winters and Pearson continue their search, they receive a threatening message from an unknown number warning them to stop searching for Ex.
hey John do you have your gun
grabs his gun tightly You bet your arse I do, Pearson. And I'm not afraid to use it if it means finding my ex.
they head to the shooting range to practice their aim
takes aim at the target, focusing intensely Focus, John. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. Just breathe and pull the trigger. fires the shot Bullseye.