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(Elaine’s POV)

“Miss Ozark?” Unexpectedly, a gentle voice which sparked melanchoy inside me entered my ears. I darted my eyes to the entrance and saw two unknown people standing there.

“Miss Ozark, what do you think you’re doing?” The female who holds that soothing gentle voice trotted to me while her face twisted into a look of concern, the clacking of her high heels filled the silent air. When she was near, I could smell a gentle and sweet scent wafting from her, like a scent of a kind person. Her clear pair of light blue eyes stared into mine as she lead me back to my bed.

While I was being seated, I peeked past the kind woman and saw another silhouette pacing behind her. It was a man wearing a dark blue three piece suit—a style similar to the woman except hers was light cream—with his wavy short, cream hair styled neatly, looking like a corporate. He halted briefly at the end of my bed and placed a what looks like a fruit basket on the small table of the