Revan remembers the incidents perfectly. The missing persons, the mysterious deaths.

'All because of the Jailer. The goddamn curse going through everyone's lives, bringing us all down.' She puzzled her thoughts. She looked at the billboard on the wall of her room. 'It just doesn't make sense,' Revan thought as she ran her fingers over the pictures and ribbons connecting the scenes.

'23 deaths. . .' She contemplated.

'. . .And I haven't seen my father since.'