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IX.3

ROGER WILLIS

The day reeled to an eventual end and just like how we planned things, I inched my way towards the art room where I found everyone waiting for my arrival. I don’t know why they chose the art room to perform Soraya’s witch incantations. Perhaps because it’s located at the furthest wing.

“Did you get the candle?” Soraya immediately asked the moment she saw me.

“Yeah. I got it.” Fishing the candle along with a lighter out of my bag, I ushered myself towards her.

“Why do I have a gut feeling that something horrible happened to Wesley?” Norman mumbled out as we all gave him a hard glare. He’s been blatantly pessimistic ever since this morning when he learned that Wesley went missing and it’s not good. “What? We just fought a winged-ghoul vampire thingy who could separate its torso from its legs a few weeks ago.” Norman asserted and perhaps he has a point. We should still expect the unexpected.

“He’s right.” Soraya nodded in agreement. Things aren’t adding up. “Wesley’s dad own
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