DARK HORSE: Traitor

Kierson began finding some clues and documents related to Alex Ferrer in his grandfather’s office. He rummaged through the whole room. From the old man's desk, the cabinets, and the shelves but unfortunately, he could not find anything.

Everything was a mess as he nearly turned the whole room upside-down.

Kierson sighed and sat on the floor. He wiped his wet palm on his handkerchief. He wiped his beads of sweat and sat on the couch near the table.

Gladly, he was okay. The abnormal sweating stopped. His heart rate came back to normal. It was as if his anxiety episode never happened. Fortunately, he overcame it without somebody’s help. He came over it without the help of his psychiatrist.

Kierson stared at the ceiling as he pondered Alex Ferrer’s possible logical reasons for ruining everyone’s life.

Alex Ferrer is the reason for all of these twists and turns that ruined most people’s lives.

Kierson wished to know everything.

“Just why the fuck was Alex Ferrer keep on pestering us?