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g and hacking skills. Both my decision to leave the room and that of his mother were disregarded by Luca. She left Luca and I inside. A girl approximately Luca's age soon entered when the door

her chest and murmured, "You summoned me, sir," in a quiet, courteous manner. I immedi

table TV, said, "Take her to a ro

h room

remove her from this area

ce, I followed her out of the room. I strolled in a manner that attracted attention as my hips swung. I wasn't purposefully doing it to attract Luca's notice or anything like that

ability to navigate and pay attention to my surroundings, which was unfortunate for her. When we arrived at another dark, cheerful wood door, Alexa pulle

ye, I

sat down on them. The nightstand next to me had two further doors, a silver light, and two drawers. I'm assuming it leads to a restroom and a closet. Before grabbing the light and opening the back, I sighed. A few cables and the motherboard in the mid

ifficult this would be, ho

t couldn't find any. They hadn't even provided me with a shaver, which is a really basic item. I let out a sigh and chose to take a shower. I undressed in the bathroom, and it took me some time to figure out how the various buttons and other features operated,

when I left the restroom. I just took the items off the light and placed them beneath my pillow. Later, they would be useful. I looked around the space for a little object I could use to pick the lock. T

female cooks were cooking, and there were seven men in suits gathered around the table, including Alexa. She was flirting and laughing like a frantic ex. But as I

gun, I would have shot Alexa in the head twice when she screamed. I flashed her the glare

aled that she was uncomfortable and apprehensive. I've been trying to find you. You left the room, but don't worry about that. You should wear the

was given. All-gray sweatshirts and hoodies. I lacked any black to make the shadows merge nicely. Simply wonderful. I returned to my room and changed into some concealed underwear, a sweatshirt,

inous vibe. It would make for the ideal weapon. I was made to sleep lightly in the "safe house." I may be alerted by even the tiniest motions. And only if I sle

t admit that I