What a twist! Red being addicted to Alishka too. It couldn't be a coincidence. I took it as a sign from the universe. Walking back home, during that long walk, I couldn't help but remember how Red had acted. Being addicted to Alishka made a lot of sense. Red was an incredibly strange individual. His actions, thought patterns, even the way he moved his body – everything was uniquely weird. Even his physical appearance was unconventional; all you could see were his skin and bones, no muscles, no body weight. I wouldn't call him very attractive, but there was something mysterious about him. Something that made you want to take care of him, like a little child in constant need of help. It had a unique charm, that feeling of being the hero coming to his rescue.

Getting back to Jonah's home felt oddly familiar. I had been living there alone for the past couple of days. I went straight to Jonah's office and began searching for anything that could provide information about Alishka. I found some materials and placed them on my desk, layering them one on top of another. Over the next few days, I promised myself I would delve deep into the mystery of Alishka. 

In the evening, Elijah called me with some intriguing information. The first thing he asked was if I had the recipe for Alishka. I answered yes, and he explained that Jonah's letter contained a detailed recipe for Alishka, including all the ingredients and methods used to create it. Eliah informed me that Jonah was the sole producer of Alishka; it was his monopoly. Now that he was gone, nobody else could produce it. However, Alishka was big business, and various gangs and criminals were on the hunt for any information about it. Elijah cautioned me not to discuss Alishka or my connection with Jonah. He advised me to avoid staying at Jonah's house, as it could put me in significant danger. But I had no other place to stay, and when I mentioned this, he offered me a spare apartment he had. 

Elijah also shared information about where Alishka was manufactured – a hidden factory in the woods. It had been burned down to prevent other gangs from taking over the production. In the evening, I packed up all my belongings, and with Elijah's help, I moved to the new apartment. I stole a last glance at Jonah's office; that room exuded class and elegance. No matter what had happened, Jonah always carried an air of refinement, an educated and polished aura. Even with tattoos and an unconventional appearance, he managed to look expensive and sophisticated. He never seemed out of place or crude. The image of a bad boy suited him so naturally; it was as if he was a creation of nature. 

My attraction to his evolving inner self, his personality, and the way he carried himself had been compelling. This room mirrored his classiness and his enigmatic persona. There was an aura of purity in the letter he left me. Perhaps it was an attempt to soften his karma, using me as a conduit. And yet he was evil.

Later that day, I received acceptance letter from my university. I was now a medical student once again. I wasn't entirely sure if it was my decision or if I felt compelled by circumstance. Leaving medical school behind had brought me happiness. I relished the new world of parties, raves, people, and music – a life that felt so different from my previous academic pursuits and it was much better. But now, back in medical school, I questioned whether it was truly my choice or if I was simply following someone else's guidance.

Life is a strange thing. The truth, the right answers – they can vary depending on perspective. What's right for you may not be morally right for someone else. Decisions might suit your parents but not your siblings. Each perspective has its own sense of rightness. I wasn't sure which path to follow. What would happen next? I was hiding from the gangs, back in medical school, staying alone at Elijah's official residence. I contemplated the people absent from my life just a year ago, now a significant part of it. What lay ahead? Who would I encounter next? Unfortunately, the young lady wasn't here to guide me this time. I wondered if she had found her son or if he had found her. Was she still on the streets? My thoughts also turned to Ian, the young boy with so much potential, whose nervous system had been ravaged by Alishka. Was he okay? Where was he now? What was he doing? 

My mind meandered through memories of people from my past and contemplations of an uncertain future. Slowly, but surely, sleep swallowed me. 

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 & 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬!