I woke up in my bed the next morning. How in the world did I get here? Last night was a complete blur. Of course, I remember what happened, but it feels like Deja Vous like you can remember that it happened and maybe the series of events, but something seems missing until you relive it. I decided to go downstairs and see if Luca spent the night. My plans were momentarily derailed when I fell out of my bed, ramming my head into the corner of my nightstand on my way down.
"Well, that was fun," I muttered to myself, picking my self back up. I could feel the pounding of my heart in my head.
I slowly make my way downstairs, trying to avoid another accident. Halfway to the landing, the smell of cinnamon attacked my nostrils. So he's either still in the house or my next unexpected house guest likes to cook before killing his victims. Nope, it was Luca cooking cinnamon waffles.
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Deep Water
ActionWhen Maggie's childhood friend reappears after his sudden disappearance, he comes with a proposition. He needs Maggie's... unorthodox... skillset to save the human race from eternal pain and destruction. Deciding she doesn't have much to lose beside...
