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Alpha Jones smiled subtly. "I think you need to wake up from your daydream. We have lost. Nolan has won. The Nemesis has caught up with us" David stressed out. "We are the Nemesis" Alpha Jones pointed out. "The Nemesis does not sit in the cell of his own Manor with his beta" he retorted. "Do you hear that?" he held one of his ears for attentiveness. "What?" Alpha Jones also paid attention. There were sounds of footsteps all over the Manor. "They have returned from evacuation to a new Alpha" David related.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

She carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a handwritten letter and a tiny silver memory card. Liam frowned. "A memory card?" Oliver smiled faintly. "The master drive." Emma's heart raced. "So it wasn't in my necklace after all." Oliver nodded. "No." "The necklace was only meant to lead you here." Emma unfolded the letter. The first line made her stop breathing. My dearest Emma, if you're reading this, it means I couldn't keep my promise to come home. A tear rolled down her cheek.

Nothing. Empty pages. Then something suddenly fell out of the book. A single sheet. Folded. Gilded. It landed on the ground. No one had seen it before. Aren slowly lifted it up. The manuscript was the same. Clean. Easy. Almost beautiful. And there was a name above the text. For Emil. Emil got pale. “For me?” Aren nodded. Then he started reading. Dear Emil, when you read this, you probably forgot to sleep again. You probably still sit between your lists.

Emma called out, but the person didn't pause or acknowledge her apology. Frowning, Emma's eyes landed on an envelope lying on the ground where the stranger had been standing. Intrigued, she bent down to retrieve it, her fingers trembling slightly as she examined it, her name inscribed on the envelope in bold, flowing writing. A sense of foreboding swelled within her as she pondered who the person who had left it might be. The letter in Emma's hand was flipped over, her brows knitted as she examined the unfamiliar handwriting on the envelope. Who was this mystery sender, and what could be hidden inside?

Emma said, her voice trembling as though she might burst into tears. “Bordering you?” Damien echoed, and Emma nodded quietly. “Yes, something is bothering me, and I don’t know how to bring this to you. I just think Ever is up to something. I don’t know why, but she is up to something—something no good, she just… she doesn’t seem normal to me,” Emma proclaimed, trying to patch up the misinterpretation, hoping it would make sense. The call she received yesterday the audio message she heard, the document she scanned with her eyes, everything seemed to buckle up and stay at the top of her mind.

I stared at him, my brain struggling to process the short timeline, “Five days? That’s… No time at all!” “I know, I know.” He chuckled, walking back to his desk. He pulled open a drawer and rummaged for a moment before pulling out a thick, embossed envelope. It was cream-colored with silver lettering, looking formal and extremely important. “But since I wasn't able to reach you ever since they sent the letter…” He trailed off, sliding the envelope across the desk towards me. It felt heavy in my hand. Inside this envelope was the proof that I, Emelia, the girl who was supposed to be dead, the coder who only existed online, was about to step into a new life.

"So, where did you end up going? If you weren't out partying till the wee hours of the morning, then you were probably staying up reading manhwa. Or a novel?." "Ah... You have to understand that I just can't stop myself, Esme; your books are just too fantastic!" Emma spoke in a whisper. It is inappropriate to reveal the fact that Esme is a novelist because it is a well-kept secret. "Really?". "Can you imagine! The surprise in the narrative was so incredible, and the way in which you removed the plot armor from the woman who believed she was the female protagonist was just so good!! It's not that Esme didn't appreciate the book; it's just that once Emma started talking about it, she couldn't

“This isn’t a ritual book…this is a record book.” “Record?” Emma frowned. “Like financial records? Daphne, if this is a spending book for the Shrine, we really shouldn’t be snooping around! Those are private!” All Daphne did in return, was place the book on the floor, right in the centre so all of us could read it…and the first paper had my heart literally leaping out of my chest. Flora Argentine. It was written in bold letters. “It’s a record…of the Shrine Maidens.”