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❝That horrible day, she bid me goodbye was the day I died inside. Confusion and emptiness were the only things that resided in my heart, which she once used to warm. She became a mystery, one that intruiged me and at the same time made me hate...
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"Kindness is not about always being right. Kindness is to put yourself in someone else's shoe, even if it is just for an instant."
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~The Next Day~
| 22:57 hours |
"Ow," Y/n jolted slightly in her place.
"Easy, easy," Sam whispered as s he retracted the injection from her bare skin. He patted a piece of cotton on the spot where he injected whilst holding her arm delicately. Soon after, he replaced the cotton with a band-aid.
"There, all done," he smiled at the girl who was pouting.
She complained, "It stings, you know."
He nodded slightly, "I do, but you don't have an option now, do you?"
She stood up and stretched her legs, "Ugh, it's such a drag."
She lifted her wrist up to check the time. She hummed, "One hour left."
She scanned her room for any evidences of the room being used. The mattress was torn and the chair was broken. The desk was empty and there wasn't anything left that could point towards anyone recently staying at the place.
He sighed, "Let's go?"
She nodded firmly, "Yeah."
They walked out of the room and met with others who were packing things up. The moment Cislo spotted Y/n and Sam, he sped towards them.
Eagerness filled his words as he spoke, "Boss! Can I please break the cupboard this time? Last time Sam did it, so can I do it this time?"
Emma asked, startled, "Why would you want to break the cupboard!? We'll come back here, right?"
"Rule #1 of leaving your hideout: Make sure no evidences are left," Barbara spoke, proud of herself that at least some part of her memory didn't slip away.
