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Truly, there she was, pressed into the corner doing just that. After what seemed like a long time of procrastinating, I finally took out my phone from the pocket of my backpack. Last night, I'd tried to turn it on but failed and ended up tucking it back in. A long press at the power button and it finally came on, heightening my fears and agitation.

'The back is clear. ***

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

Aesthelia shivered at the thought of being in danger, but still lifted the empty frame. 'There's nothing behind like I expected,' Aesthelia thought, feeling extremely disappointed. She always expected something behind it, a note or anything that was hidden, because it was always flashing through her mind. It's probably because this place has a clue. It's just a guess though. She was about to let it go and rest for the day when her eyes landed in the upper right corner of the frame. It was not that noticeable at first, but if you stare at it for long, there's a hidden safety locker.

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I wasn’t in full face make up, I barely had lipstick on, the pictures won’t come out looking good. Abed stood in front of me protectively, whilst Clay asked them to put away their phones or be sued for something I don’t catch as Detective Boone led us away from the main office. “You knew she would be coming, why didn’t anyone think to lead us through the back door? or at least clear the station??” Abed’s voice boomed as he spoke, it vibrated everywhere. His eyes were venomous as they landed on Boone, she straightened, as if finally realizing he was to be taken seriously.

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The man sitting in front of him was putting his hand under his chin in thought, saying, "I don't understand, why did the queen come back after everything he did to her, and then wasn't she dead, how could she come back?" The Vampire King stood up and headed toward a window that was in front of him "Well, it is clear that the information that came from prrla is to the contrary, she says that she was born again and without memories." The other looked at him quietly and said: “Hmm, so what are you up to, you know that if there is a relationship between Xavier and Astraea, it means we are finished.”

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

All night, everything from the past played out in my mind like a movie. The next morning. I struggled out of the bedroom with my weakened body. The door to the guest room was open. A piece of lacy lingerie lay at the foot of the bed, clearly visible. I smiled faintly and glanced at the time. It was time to bring this farce to an end.