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A small white card. I unpinned it with numb fingers and read the words written in sharp, clean handwriting. "Wear this tomorrow. —T"

Except he didn’t say a word. I took the envelope, opened it up and gently unfolded the piece of paper. My eyes scanned through the contents quickly, taking up words that didn’t quite sit well with me. Dissolution of contract… Failure to appear….Breach of clause 2a and 5c….Negligence of promotional obligations….Final warning? I turned to face Edward with confusion. “I…..I don’t understand. What is this?” He looked at me with an unreadable expression, then with a heavy sigh, he pulled away his glasses. Allowing me to see his expressions fully.

The man is awake. I looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Good Morning." I told him. "En.. What are you reading?" Why does the tone of the man's voice seem strange now? Is it because he just woke up? Well, never mind. "I was reading this article about Acon's information. According to the news, the said monster is a type of bird. I'm just wondering, if it's a bird, why does the other part of the body look different? I expect the department to say that it's mixed DNA but they said it's pure." I answered him with doubt.

Nia sat in her office and looked at the West Loop and felt for the first time in a very long time like the ground beneath her was solid rather than managed. Wednesday was when everything changed. Jamie delivered the envelope at ten fifteen. Hand delivered. Marked urgent. Her name typed on the front with no return address. She opened it. Six pages of financial documentation. She recognized the formatting immediately and began reading with the clinical attention of someone who spent her professional life interpreting exactly this kind of paperwork. By page three she had stopped breathing properly. By page five she understood what she was looking at. By page six she put the documents down and s

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No identification, no location marker, no secondary encoding. The cellar is open.

Then a weatherman appeared, but his face was pixelated into sharp, angry blocks, and the crawl at the bottom of the screen read: ERR://0x7F3A::NO_HUMAN_FOUND::RETRY? I turned it off. I sat in the dark for a while. The silence was worse than the noise had been. My laptop screen still glowed from the corner of the room, a waterfall of corrupted text falling endlessly. I watched it for too long. I started to see patterns. Not letters or numbers. Something else. Something that looked like it was trying to spell a word in a language that didn't exist yet.

I read the content over the image blankly, " Like My Gift, Pretty Girl?"

Warning: Mature Contents! The following content has a sensitive themes and issues that contains lewd and offensive language, sexual intercourse and violence that is not suitable for young readers below 18. If you are a soft hearted person, then please do not read this chapter. Read at your own risk!!! ~~~~ * ~~~~~**~~~~~**~~~~~**~~~~~

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