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It was past 9am, yet Freya never left her room. She was still in there, lying on the bed with her legs placed on the wall while she stared at the ceiling. All that happened last night was bothering her…first, the assassin, and then the maid. She wants to believe that they aren't spies, but her instincts won't let her think positively.

“She recognised me, so there's a probability that she's using then to deceive me.” She reminded herself again. But recalling the conversations Luna had with the assassin before he left the house yesterday, it didn't sound like she was using him, and the maid disguising herself just to save her is proof that they are real.

“She knows that it was me? And that I am an assassin?” She shook her head, rolling to the other end of the bed. “For how long now? Were they here because they had to save me? But, if that assassin is real, why is he working for her?” That was when she recalled the last statement the assassin made. “He had done that to save me? What exa