LOGINGraceI stood up from the bathtub, water dripping from my skin and pooling around my feet. Reaching for the towel, I wrapped it around my body, the soft fabric clinging to the warmth of my skin. I let out a long sigh of relief. Finally.I feelt refreshed for the first time today. It had been such a long one. After leaving the hospital, I went home just long enough to change before heading straight back to the company. Two full hours with Mr. Aiden, going over details, before I could finally come home.Grabbing another towel for my hair, I stepped into my room, the faint scent of shampoo and lavender following me. The cool air brushed against my skin, and I shivered a little as I walked toward the mirror. I began drying my wet hair with the towel, running my fingers through the long strands.My reflection stared back at me. I smiled as I touched my hair. It fell to my waist, long and black, still damp and glossy under the light. Sometimes I felt guilty keeping it hidden under wigs and
Apollo The faint rustle of paper was the only sound in the room as I flipped through the document on my desk, page after page of useless fragments. Numbers, dates, reports, none of it giving me what I actually needed.Across from me, Chase cleared his throat carefully, his voice steady but edged with nerves. “The IP address was traced straight to this house, sir,” he said. “But there’s no other information on the person who made the call. The owner of the house is an old woman. She said a man wearing a mask came to her door asking if he could make a call. Afterward, he left. She doesn’t know who he is and couldn’t identify him since she never saw his face.”I didn’t respond.I kept my eyes on the document, scanning the last few lines though I’d already memorized every word. My fingers turned the next page. The silence in the office stretched, heavy enough that I could feel both men’s discomfort radiating from the other side of the desk.From the corner of my eye, I caught Chase glanc
Grace I pushed the small box toward her, my oversized bunny paws making it a little awkward, and flipped open the lid. Inside were all sorts of things, snacks, little sweets, and a neatly stacked container. I picked it up and opened it carefully. Immediately, a delicious scent filled the room. I looked down and almost gasped. The food was a work of art, rice shaped into a tiny panda, the sausages twisted into smiling little bunnies, and even the vegetables arranged like flowers. This morning, Eleanor had shoved the box into my hands with her usual confidence. “Give this to her,” she’d said. “Trust me, it’ll win her heart instantly.” At the time, I didn’t understand what she meant, but now, seeing it before me, everything clicked. It was made with love. I looked up. The girl’s eyes had brightened at the sight of the food. Her small fingers twitched slightly on her lap, as though she wanted to reach out but didn’t trust herself to. I smiled beneath the bunny mask. I didn’t know
Grace “Oh my God, that scared the fuck out of me! What is that?” “I have no idea. Either way, it’s weird. Let’s stay away from it.” The voices floated in the air as I made my way down the hospital hallway, each step heavy under the weight of the ridiculous bunny costume. The head felt like it weighed five kilos, and I was sweating buckets underneath the plush fabric. I tried to ignore the startled stares and muffled laughter around me as I caught my breath. This is insane, Grace, I thought, wiping at my forehead through the mesh eyes of the costume. Completely insane. But if it worked, if it made her talk, then maybe it would all be worth it. I was just about to keep walking when a small voice piped up. “Mummy! Look! It’s Bunny Man!! Can I go say hi?” I turned, my oversized bunny head tilting slightly to one side as I spotted a little boy pointing at me with wide, excited eyes. On instinct, I raised my fuzzy paw and gave a small wave. The boy’s whole face lit up like a Chri
GraceThe nurse crouched in front of the little girl, carefully dabbing antiseptic on the bruise that stretched across her small leg. I stood by the side of the bed, my hands tucked behind my back, watching the process in silence.The little girl didn’t even flinch when the cotton touched her skin. She just sat there, staring ahead. Her face stayed blank, like she didn’t feel anything. I knew it hurt, those things always stung like hell, but she didn’t react at all.She’s stronger than I ever was, I thought, watching her. I would’ve kicked and cried by now.The nurse finally straightened up, a warm smile on her face. “That’s all,” she said softly. “It’ll heal in a week. Don’t worry about it, Miss Grace.”I nodded, returning the smile. “Thank you.”She turned to leave, but before she reached the door, I called out, “Excuse me.”The nurse paused, looking back at me. “Yes?”I scratched the back of my head, a little hesitant. “Actually, I’m sorry to bother you, but about that man, who was
GraceI think I should be asking you that, mister. Who the hell are you, and why the fuck do you look like me?That was what I wanted to say. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get them out. My brain was too busy trying to make sense of what I was seeing.A man stood there, and for a second, it felt like I was staring at my own reflection, except it wasn’t me. The resemblance was uncanny, and unnerving. Same sharp jawline. Same shape of eyes. Even the same little crease between the brows when he frowned.My chest tightened, a strange feeling blooming there. Why does he look like me?Before I could open my mouth, a soft gasp made me turn.The little girl had frozen, her eyes wide in fear as she stared at the man. That was enough to snap me out of whatever haze I’d fallen into. I turned back to him sharply, Genesis’s voice echoing in my head.“He got a tip about it. Our men have been protecting the girl ever since, but she hasn’t eaten or spoken a word. The doctors h







