Days passed into weeks. Weeks rolled into months. Months stretched into years.
Five years.
Five long years since Yvette and her friends were torn apart—after crying until their voices broke and their hearts felt empty.
Yvette had not lived.
She had only survived.
With just a single square meal a day, her body had grown thinner and weaker. Each day, she lost more strength until even standing became a struggle. Dehydration drained her, and depression wrapped around her like a shadow that never left.
Yet she endured.
Holding on to one fragile hope—
That her friends would come back for her.
And when they did... she would finally tell them what she had seen that night.
Far away in London, life had moved on—but not for them.
Not really.
Azan could not stop talking about Yvette. Her name lived constantly on his lips, like a memory he refused to let fade.
Nicole found herself repeating Yvette's words without realising it.
Irin dressed like her sometimes, trying to fill the emptiness, trying to ease Azan's pain.
Lucas tried to stay strong, but even he could not escape the silence her absence created.
But nothing worked.
Azan had developed a deep attachment—one that slowly became unbearable. Sometimes, he would sit in silence, convinced he could hear Yvette's voice calling him softly.
He barely ate.
Barely slept.
Sometimes, he would lie awake at night, staring into nothing—wondering if she was still alive or if he had already lost her.
Still, they pushed forward.
Azan buried himself in his studies, day and night, until he graduated as an IT professional.
Nicole was called to the Bar.
Lucas became a successful businessman.
Irin became a neurosurgeon.
They had built lives.
But the emptiness never left.
Because success did not replace Yvette.
And time did not erase her.
She was still missing.
And that fact lived inside all of them.
Then—
One day—
The aeroplane landed safely in Nigeria.
They were back.
Together.
But not complete.
The air felt different as they stepped out of the airport. Familiar, yet heavy. Like the past was waiting for them just ahead.
They said little on the way.
No one knew how to put five years of pain into words.
When they arrived at their mothers' building, something immediately felt wrong.
The silence inside was too thick.
Too unnatural.
They stepped inside slowly.
Then stopped.
Their eyes dropped to the floor.
A stain.
Dark.
Old.
Blood.
Lucas frowned immediately. "What happened here?"
No one answered.
The air felt colder as they moved deeper inside.
Step by step.
Until they reached the last room.
The door stood slightly open.
Azan pushed it gently.
It creaked.
And everything changed.
Inside the room stood their mothers.
Still.
Frozen.
Like they had been caught in something they never expected to be seen.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then Mrs Thompson's face turned pale. Sweat formed instantly on her forehead.
"Azan… you and your friends…" she stammered.
Azan stepped forward slowly.
His expression was no longer soft.
It was sharp.
Cold.
"Mum… you are a murderer."
Silence dropped like a stone.
The room felt suffocating.
Nicole shook her head, her voice trembling.
"Mum… you sell human parts…"
Lucas took a step back, disbelief written all over his face.
"Mum… this cannot be true…"
Irin's voice broke completely.
"Now I understand… Yvette saw you that night. That is why she wanted us to leave."
The words hit harder than anything else.
For a moment, even the mothers had nothing to say.
Nicole pulled out her phone with shaking hands.
"The police will be here in ten minutes."
Her voice was firm, but her hands betrayed her fear.
She made the call.
"Then you will answer for everything in court."
Mrs Williams stepped forward slightly, her voice unsteady.
"My children… listen… this is not what you think—"
Azan cut her off immediately.
"No. Don't say anything."
His voice lowered.
Not angry anymore.
Focused.
Urgent.
"I need to see Yvette."
That name changed everything in his mind.
Nothing else mattered anymore.
Not explanations.
Not tears.
Not truth.
Only her.
Without waiting for another word, he turned and ran.
Out of the room.
Out of the building.
Leaving behind the mothers—
Frozen.
Silent.
And exposed.
The others stood behind him, unable to move immediately.
Because what they had just discovered was not just betrayal.
It was the collapse of everything they believed about their families.
And somewhere in the distance—
The truth had already begun to unfold.
The black room.
Dark.
Cold.
Still.
"Yvette..." Azan called softly.
No response.
His heart began to race.
"Yvette...!"
Still nothing.
Panic crept in.
He rushed forward.
And then—
He saw her.
Lying on the floor.
Still.
Weak.
Barely moving.
"Yvette!" His voice broke as he ran to her.
She slowly forced herself to sit up, her body trembling under the effort.
Azan dropped beside her instantly, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly—like he was afraid she would disappear again.
Yvette smiled weakly.
At the same time—
Tears slipped down her face.
"I love you," Azan whispered, his voice breaking.
"I love you too..." she replied faintly.
Her voice was barely there.
But it was enough.
It was everything.
Azan lifted her carefully into his arms and carried her out.
Straight to the family hospital.
Back at the house, the police had arrived.
All the mothers were arrested.
The remaining girls—those who were yet to be harmed—were rushed to the hospital.
The lifeless bodies were carried into ambulances.