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𝔸𝕊 they drove late at night through a remote area surrounded by dense trees, the driver suddenly spoke, catching everyone's attention, "What the fuck?" They approached a metal gate that opened as they neared it. Annabelle instinctively held Gabriel's hand as they drove through the gate and up to a large house. A striking stag statue stood in the middle of the pathway.
They all climbed out of the vehicle, and Annabelle saw Lambert standing by the entrance of the house. His expression shifted to one of shock and surprise when he saw Annabelle. She walked towards the house, with the big guy carrying Gabriel over his shoulder.
"Hello," he greeted Lambert, while the driver chimed in, "What's up, boss?" before heading inside.
Once inside, Annabelle looked around, marveling at the beautiful yet antiquated living room. "This place is pretty sweet," the driver commented, taking in the surroundings.
The woman responded with a touch of skepticism, "You like this?"
"Yeah, look at all this cool shit," the driver replied, clearly impressed.
Lambert interrupted their chatter, giving instructions with authority. "Find a room and get the boy situated. Set up a lookout position. Meet back here at five."
With that, Annabelle and the man carrying Gabriel entered a room that felt eerily familiar to her. They placed Gabriel gently on the bed. The big guy cuffed Gabriel's wrists behind his back and chained him securely before leaving the room, leaving Annabelle alone with the unconscious man.
She lifted Gabriel's head gently and moved a pillow closer to him to make him more comfortable. Running her fingers through his brown hair, she whispered softly, "Who are you?" She gazed at him for a moment, her mind swirling with questions. Finally, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her, and made her way to the living room where the others were gathered.
The group stood around, looking at Lambert, who was positioned on the stairs. He addressed them, "For those of you who don't know, I go by Lambert. You all came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations are paying off. You know the rules: no real names, no backstories, and keep the grab-ass to a minimum. It's a 24-hour job, and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one who sees the boy is this one." He pointed at Annabelle. "So he only hears one voice. The rest of you... get comfortable. Questions?"
Annabelle spoke up, "Yeah. Who's the guy?"
Lambert replied, "You don't need to know his name."
