A day after the junkyard meeting, Sam and Mask Man met again.
They sat inside a parked car, the city lights flickering past the windshield. A low radio played in the background, filling the silence between them.
Sam finally spoke.
"So… what do you actually want from me?"
"Nothing big," Mask Man replied casually. "I just need to meet someone. You can arrange that."
Sam turned toward him, stunned.
"What?"
"You wiped out an entire gang, saved my life, and all you want is help setting up a meeting?"
Mask Man scratched the back of his head lightly.
"Yes."
Sam let out a short laugh.
"That's not a big deal at all. Who do you want to meet?"
Mask Man's tone shifted—calm, but intense.
"Dr. Merry."
Sam froze.
The name stirred something unsettling in his mind. A memory he didn't like revisiting.
"Why do you want to meet her?" Sam asked carefully.
"For that unfinished business," Mask Man replied.
"I need you and her."
"Means A doctor."
Sam looked at him, surprised.
"So… Nora told you I'm still in touch with Merry?"
Mask Man nodded yes.
Sam nodded slowly.
"She'll join. But she works only for money. Nothing else matters to her."
"That's fine," Mask Man replied.
"She'll get exactly what she needs."
Sam agreed.
The radio crackled again.
"Authorities confirm that the identification of the victim's body is still under process…"
Sam glanced at Mask Man.
"What do you think? Who caused that blast?"
"The police say they found a body, but it was burned beyond recognition."
Mask Man didn't react.
"I don't follow the news."
Sam smirked slightly.
"You should. I think they'll need Officer Rick to solve this."
Mask Man's lips curved beneath the mask.
He said—soft, sarcastic, and full of mystery tone, "Exactly "