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Finally. One message: “I can hear them. All four hundred. Their memories. Everything the return gave them. I can hear all of it at once and I can’t….” Pause. “I can’t make it stop.”

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I fell—not up into the light, but down into a crushing, suffocating heat. The last thing I heard before the void claimed me was a long, steady, high-pitched beep that suddenly broke into a rhythmic, fragile thump... thump... thump...

I’d be willing to pay. A simple message would replace the one that was deleted. “NO MESSAGE WAS EVER HERE. IT WAS YOUR IMAGINATION. GO BACK TO SLEEP AND STOP TEXTING.”

I sat up and glared at him, my bloodshot eyes were too horrifying that Caleb's calm demeanor faltered, he gulped a big lamp wishing he didn't say these words. "I would be insane to do that!" I said under my gritted teeth, Caleb knew that I wouldn't believe him let alone accept to do what he just told me to do, huh! Over my dead body!. "But that is the only way to get rid of your diagnosis!" Caleb too raised his voice at me.

“Ms. Harper, can you come to the delivery address? I think you might have given us the wrong address!” The mover sounded anxious. I could hear faint shouting and arguing in the background. I quickly told the cab driver to rush to the mansion. The moment I arrived at my doorstep, I was shocked.

"Miss, be careful of falling debris!" I stopped walking and shook my head. Before crossing the street, I looked back to confirm if he was still talking to me. I guess he was because he grinned and waved at me before he lay down at the side of the street to sleep. I smirked. What could fall in this broad daylight? Probably if today was the end of the world, I would thank heaven for doing so. I was tired of living my life.

I collapsed onto the ground in despair, unable to understand why any of this was happening. Kent looked at me seriously. "Sam, I know you're in terrible pain right now, but you need to stay strong. "Based on everything we've uncovered so far, the final message your brother left behind is the key. "You need to tell us: what exactly did he say before he died?" I was already on the verge of breaking down completely. Clutching my head, I screamed, "I don't know! I really don't know!" If anyone wanted the answer, it was me.

Calliope didn't understand and asked again. - Why do you say that? Not every time we see each other we... Before Calliope's words were finished, Riffen's throat was blocked, he used an annoyed attitude and exposed everything he had worked so hard to build. - Calliope, listen carefully, I only say this once. I've never had any feelings for you, not even a little bit, so don't be delusional. Moreover, the person who did that kind of thing with her wasn't me. Every time I take her away, someone else does it for me, you are so stupid to believe what I say, as long as there is a stimulant drug, you will soon believe that the man is me.

Fresh immediately hits my face the moment I stepped out of the building, and I was even more sober thanks to the coldness of the air. I carried myself back home, walking through the silence street lost in my thoughts when I heard a familiar voice call me from behind. I paused, but hesitated to look behind. I was convinced it's all in my head, and I hated myself for that. I decided to ignore whatever voice I heard and was about to take a step forward when I hear th voice again but this time, it was closer. I turned around and was stunned to see Travian standing before me, staring at me with a face I couldn't describe what emotions he was having.