The work he was currently underway, with his eyes focused on examining the documents piled up right in front of him. Not long after, Yuri realized that several of the documents brought by his colleague were all from the same place. With his thoughts lingering with suspicion, he checked them again and found something implied. A document originating from that place made him curious and once again searched for information on their official website. It didn't take long for him to finally find what he was looking for. A page that displayed something interesting that surprised him by it. Yuri quickly browsed through it and found information that was indeed related to the document. Information that only someone like him could access. This time, he quickly tried to track down the name of the person listed in the document, whose current address was in the city where he would be carrying out the work assigned by his boss a few hours ago. A man who lived alone and had no family. That was the only information on the document and also on the website. His gaze continued to pay attention, finally he began to go back to checking the other documents without missing a single one. The work that felt relaxing was what was on his mind.
“Gosh, this is interesting,” Yuri muttered.
This time, it was in a different place. It was on the outskirts of town. A man was rushing into what looked like his family's home. He rang the doorbell, and an elderly woman opened the door, looking happy. The two of them entered the residence. The atmosphere inside was calm, like a comfortable home. The man sat in a chair opposite her, and they began to talk. The woman showed him an old, worn photograph. He simply listened to her continue talking without giving up. With a seemingly happy expression, the woman's face beamed as she stared at the photograph. However, a few minutes later, her expression changed drastically. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she seemed utterly devastated. The man remained silent, trying to calm her down. Although he couldn't stop her from crying, she seemed embarrassed and tried to stop her tears.
“I don’t know what to do now?” the woman said, crying and holding the old photo tightly.
“It's okay. You don't need to worry. Everything will be fine.”
“But it was so long ago.”
Her cries grew louder, and the man couldn't calm her down any longer. Eventually, he grew frustrated and left her alone until her mood returned to normal. He spent an hour there with the elderly woman, who was none other than his patient. After her sadness subsided, the woman fell silent and accepted some of the medication the man had brought.
“You have to take it according to the schedule regularly,” the man said kindly as he gave her the medicine and placed it on the table right in front of the woman.
"Yes, I'll drink it as usual. I wonder how long I'll have to keep doing this? It can't be forever, right?"
"You just need to take the medicine. Just keep going like that for now. Don't worry, it won't last forever."
"Okay."
"Then if you'll excuse me."
“Yes, see you later.”
The man then left the woman's residence and immediately got into his car. Right inside his car, he took a deep breath and immediately checked his phone which had been showing notifications. Upon checking, it turned out to be a message from one of his friends who worked at the nearest police station. The message contained an invitation to a party to meet up with his college friends. After finishing replying to the message, the man drove his car and left from there. Currently, precisely in a city park where everyone was enjoying their time and it looked crowded. Several people were seen getting out of a car and at that time made the people in the place surprised by their arrival. There were several officers dressed in black and white, wearing suits and looking neat. They came with someone who then got out of another car and the person was guarded by them. Seeing what happened, a young woman was very surprised how could she not be, they suddenly had a famous artist named Catherine Yor.
“Ah, it’s so crowded,” said Caterine with a confused look on her face.
“What? Shall we just go back?” said one of the guards.
“No. I just happened to be outside. So, why not go greet the fans?”
“Okay. If that's what you want.”
"Of course. Look at them, isn't it a miracle? They look at me in awe. It's amazing."
People immediately noticed the actress, and many of them took photos of her. The beautiful view of the city park made Caterine come here just to enjoy her free time. Some of the people who had gathered there to see her were now gone. The actress had left again with several bodyguards, apparently heading to filming. She was currently in the car when she received a call from her director.
“I’ll be there now. Weren’t you the one who gave the manager a message? What?” Catherine’s voice startled the manager slightly as she shouted.
“You’ll start filming tomorrow, so just prepare yourself.”
“I know. Oh yeah, are you really going to cancel the meeting now?”
“Right. It would be better tomorrow. You have other plans too, right? You should do your work.”
"Ah, I went out all the way. I just happened to be in this city park."
“I’ll hang up. Have a good day.”
The director immediately hung up. Catherine, still on her way to the studio, felt a little disappointed. She had been asked to meet with the director to discuss her role in his latest film. However, the meeting had been canceled minutes earlier, while she was in the park happily greeting fans. Her disappointment didn't last long. Now she was back to her usual energetic self.
“Do you really mind canceling the meeting?” the manager said to Catherine as he drove.
“Yeah. You know what? It really pisses me off. I have something I want to talk to you about.”
“Are you going to complain about your role?”
“No, it’s not that. There are more important things than my role complaints.”
“You shouldn't be like that?”
"What?"
“What if reporters hear about it?”
"It will not happen."
Catherine's car then sped off towards a certain location. Meanwhile, a man was seen waiting for someone in a restaurant. His gaze was solemn.