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Her head bobbed up and down quickly and she turned to search absentmindedly for her backpack which sat next to her. "It's right next to you, Neilla." I informed. She smacked her forehead and gave me a small guilty grin. She touched the bag but didn't rise from her seat. "We can go back to Greece if you want. You just have to say the word." She shook her head, then rose from her seat. "No. I brought us here, didn't I? It's too late to turn back now." She let out a nervous chuckle.

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.

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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In the Kingdom of Werewolves, exactly in the Beta's Caesar room, Estera was still walking down the hallway hesitating, not knowing what was the reason she had come here in the first place. She stands in front of Cesar's room, and she feels nervous, not knowing why she accepted Emala's request, perhaps because she wanted to see him She closed her eyes, and tried to control herself, what would happen, for example, that it was just a plate of food - she would give it to him and then she would leave

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.