PROLOGUE
Michael Ackert was in his home lab when he heard the news ringing loudly from the TV. Hearing what the news reporter was saying he shot out of his seat and raced to the living room. He gripped the head of the couch and felt himself pale. His blood ran cold and his heart was beating faster than it had ever beat before.
"We are now standing in front of the school Willow Acker attended, the school that sent these students on this trip across the globe, and wondering what has caused the plane crash that Willow Acker, Hazel Miller and Carter Price disappeared in." Said the news reporter, a wind blowing her hair back.
"The plane crashed this morning at 10:30. The bodies have yet to be found. Now continuing, yesterday afternoon the president of the biggest technological company was murdered-"
Michael Ackert turned off the TV and threw the remote straight at breaking the screen. His daughter was missing, and he, for the first time in years, didn't know what to do.
