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He shouted in anger but nothing crossed her sleeping figure and he knows, his night would go like this, twisting in pain and palming himself. " Zain, what are you doing this late at night? " He heard his mother approaching him. He was still staring at the post mortem reports of the victims and pictures of the crime scene. He hid the photos not wanting his mother to panic or grossly see the horrible dead bodies, one victim even had no head and it was laying several feet away from the body. Each dead body's one part was missing.

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Usually, he would bathe with me, and I was in no way objecting to that. I watched as Jarren cut little square pieces of cheese to put on the different assortment of crackers he’d laid on a tray. The temperature had finally started to drop a little yesterday, but of course, Jarren was wearing a short-sleeved graphic tee shirt. It wasn’t helping my extra boost of sexual hormones that I was watching his biceps flex as he sliced the cheese. Shaking my head, I went back to playing the game on my phone. I needed to get myself under control, or well, at least keep myself under control while we were here.

To that image. To my picture.

Beep, beep, beep... Riley hit the snooze button on her phone. Five minutes later, the same annoying alarm sounded, and this time, she didn't ignore it. It was 6 A.M. and she knew she needed to shower and get ready for her breakfast date with Ethan. As she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate, so she ran over and grabbed it to see, "Good morning, beautiful. Meet me at the diner in town for 8?". She beamed and replied with a "heart emoji, see you then," text right back. She placed her phone back down and grabbed her towel, heading for the shower.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

"Check these. Tell me if they’re real or if we’re being played." The tech guy moved to a side table and pulled out a high-res scanner and a tablet. He started running some software that looked like a bunch of green code sliding down a black screen. He was looking for pixel inconsistencies—checking the metadata of the images to see if they’d been scrubbed or altered.

Gym, great. Gym class with a bunch of werewolves and vampires. What could go wrong?