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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich sighed under his breath as he drank his coffee, deciding that now was when his day started. Working off of two hours of sleep - No, one. Excellent. As much as he wanted to hate this and Lock for doing this, he agreed that he had to help save Ethan, especially if he was kidnapped by what appeared to be a sociopath.
"It sounds like a basement." Fredrich deduced after he heard everything Lock had to offer. "Although there are other places designed similarly. The person on the phone seemed to target Ethan. Did he have any enemies? Or since you're familiar with the voice, have you been called by him before? Frankly, it sounds like another stalker case, Han." And he's had quite a bit of that for today.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich drank his coffee as he listened to the two. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was about to be six in the morning. They had spent the entire night trying to track down the location the phone was, but the signals died before they could pinpoint anything. They couldn't even deduce much from the few details Ethan got. Fredrich closed his eyes. Those two seemed to have more enemies than he thought.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich watched Lock with amusement. Was he drinking orange juice because he missed Ethan? The last time he saw Lock without Ethan he was sobbing and clutching a body pillow, so he wasn't completely surprised by this.
Feeling arms around him, the detective glanced sideways to see Ellery frowning at him. He closed his eyes to focus on the massage. "It's nothing I haven't handled before." he reassured then opened his eyes to watch Lock again. "You should check on him instead. I'd like to say I'm worried, but I'm more concerned about running out of orange juice."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Hearing Ellery, Fredrich looked at him then followed his gaze to... "Han..." he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What are you doing?" Why on earth did he look like that? How on earth did he change appearances so quickly? Who was Magnus? No wait, he didn't care. He didn't want to humor the dimwit's ridiculous games.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich's eyebrow twitched. "You're telling me that if either of them drinks too much orange juice they change personalities?" he snorted. He would have dismissed the idea as completely ludicrous, but it seems that proof was right in front of him. Part of him wanted to tease the now much weaker blond and tell him horrifying scenarios his boyfriend could be in, but a sudden ring from a cell phone stopped him. He looked at the table to see Lock - or Sang-Min now's - phone buzz and ring a second time. Two messages, both from Ethan. Fredrich looked at Ellery for a moment then slid the phone unlocked to read the messages. But there was no reading involved. There were two pictures sent. Both of them showed a tired Ethan with a couple bruises visible through his torn clothes. He had a strong look in his blue eyes, but even that was weaker now. The worst part, however, was that he was tied to a chair with his arms chained to the armrests and his legs forced apart. His pants were opened and stained, and the second picture explained why, but Fredrich wouldn't go into detail over it.
At first the detective thought they were pictures, but after a second he realized they were drawings. That meant the artist took their time with this, and by the looks of both images, he enjoyed it. "What the...?" Fredrich murmured in disgust. Just then, the phone rang with Ethan's ID.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

"Did you like my drawings?" the familiar voice from before cooed.
As the voice chuckled, Fredrich got on his laptop and tried once again to grab a hold of the signal to track down.
"I was going to call you later," the voice mused distantly, as if twirling a strand of hair as he spoke, unaware of the tracking. "but it seems your Ethan friend has become as aggressive as before. Interesting, isn't it? It looks like I'll get my full revenge after all." There was shouting in the background from a rough voice that could only belong to Magnus. Chains rattled and a chair hopped repeatedly in place. The voice sighed and moved. His own yelling was heard before a few smacks silenced Magnus. "Ah, now where were we?" chuckled the caller.

"He took advantage of me in my weakness." growled the voice. "I do things that would give me a death sentence, yes, but every artist has to suffer for their work. I cannot write unless I have some... personal experience intertwined with my work. Mr. Han knows that - or at least he would have. Isn't that right?" he chuckled. "I was going to teach him how I worked when his precious lover came to the rescue. He attacked me like a savage animal then stuffed whatever he could inside me until he was too tired to laugh." His voice dripped with malice the further he got into his past. "I couldn't walk for three days! I was only able to make it out due to my brother paying me a visit. Can you imagine the humiliation I went through of staying in a hospital for weeks because of what he did? I couldn't even work! All I could do was wait... and plot. When I got out I searched for the boy and kidnapped him the first chance I got. I plan to do things far worse to him than he can imagine. I'm sure it will help my work, as well." Magnus' voice rose again and was met with another smacking sound. "Hmm, it looks like he's beginning to calm down. Good. I don't want him to be feisty for what's about to happen." There was a dark smirk in his words. It was drowning in dark intentions.