The man grinned as more blood poured out of his mouth. His teeth were colored in his blood, and he winced, then coughed again, placing a hand on his chest. A look of pain crossed his face, but with that, he tried to smile, and act like he had made the best decision ever. “Hurry! Call the cops and ambulance.” Charles shouted at the security men, who were stunned at the man who had suddenly taken his life, so he wouldn't be forced to say anything. They immediately worked out their fingers on their phones, dialing the line of the cops and the ambulance. “Untie him. He needs to breathe.” Charles said, and the men who were not occupied with their phones, began to cut off the ropes with knives. The man coughed more, and tried to breathe, but it seemed like each intake of breath caused him inexplicable pain. “Darn…” he let out, and fell to the floor, writhing and shaking. His face began to have a horrible tint to it, and Charles began to get scared that he'd die, before the ambulance got to the alley they were in. The man's body began to tremble hard, and his eyes rolled in their sockets. He looked horrible with his mouth open, and his lips quivering along with his body… Slowly, his stiffness, and trembling slowed, and Charles knew they had lost him. “Damn! Who sent you!?” He shouted, bending to shake the man, but the man simply smiled, and with that smile, the light left his eyes. His body visibly relaxed, and he went limp on the ground. Charles stayed there feeling inexplicable rage course through his veins. Who sent such a crazy man to crack his safe? Why would he kill himself? Was his life really worth the person who had sent him? Shortly after the man's body had grown cold, the ambulance showed up, and the paramedics rushed towards the body. “Is he…?” “Dead.” Charles answered the question, before they completed it. Shortly, the cops came, and demanded to know what had happened from the beginning, but Charles, who was mad, didn't think he could respond. “I'll show you the footage from my office, and the men can explain everything that happened. If you all hadn't shown up a little too late, you'd have heard it directly from his lips.” Charles replied, and walked away angrily. That was another question mark in his head. Already he had the weird sound, and the sudden vision loss to figure out. He didn't need more questions without answers in his head. Charles left the scene, and met Vera, who was about to run into the alley. She stopped when she saw Charles and bent, placing her hands on her knees to get back her breath. She rose before Charles got to her, and looked past him. “What's wrong? What's an ambulance doing here? Did anyone get hurt?” She asked, still trying to catch her breath. Charles stopped walking, and exhaled. “The man killed himself.” “What? How?” “Apparently, he hadn't been talking because he had something in his mouth. He didn't mean to chew it, but he had placed it there in case things became too much for him to handle. He chewed it when we mentioned calling the cops, and we didn't know it was poison, until he began to cough out blood.” Charles explained to her, staring at the bare ground, and she let out a soft sound to show her disappointment. “Who could actually have the capacity to send such a psycho? Why would he kill himself? I mean… is it worth it? Why would he do that?” She asked, with her hands on her waist. “I don't know.” Charles replied, and walked past her. She followed him, and they walked back to the company. “I think you should call it a day today. You're already worn out.” She said, “Maybe I'll do that. I don't see myself concentrating on anything else today.” He replied, and she gave a little sigh. “Can't believe you're actually going with my suggestion without putting up an argument.” She stated. “That's because I think I really need it.” Charles replied, with a little smile, and when he got to his office, he packed a little of the things he felt he'd need to attend to. He was going to attend to them when he got home if he found out he could concentrate. Charles looked at the safe the man was trying to crack, and sighed. Who in the world was that man? Wrong question. Who in the world sent that man? He sighed once more, and left the office. Vera was waiting for him, and they walked out of the company together. “You're taking those home? I thought you said you needed to rest?” She asked, with her lips in a tight line. “I might rest for a few hours and realize I want to work, so these would be there in case I need to work.” He replied, raising the documents slightly. Vera looked at him with a sigh, and they got into the car. They drove to Charles' home in silence, and when they got there, they were greeted by the maid, but Charles gave only a little response, and headed to his room. He took off his suit jacket, and went to his desk, opening his laptop. He needed to solve at least two question marks. As for the sound he'd heard, the internet suggested he was having hallucinations, and delusions, but Charles knew that wasn't the case. It was more than just a hallucination. He began to search for anything that could cause a sudden and temporary blindness, but couldn't find anything that seemed to fit with what had happened. Everything he saw had weird explanations and most of them weren't close to what he had experienced. Then he happened to see an article answering a person's questions. 'My laptop is facing technical difficulties. It suddenly goes black, and after a few seconds it returns.' Just as Charles saw the article, he likened it to himself. Could the fault be from the system?