Sophia's Deadly Mission

d herself in Emma's file. The more

errupted he

, what

ient, Mr. Smi

ie repeated almo

She wasn't expecting or

Sophia said

fice glancing around like h

l ran down her spine. She felt

day?" Sophia said with a smile on h

hia's spine. "Let's just say I'm inter

screamed a warnin

t did h

for any sign of deception. His smile seemed gen

be the problem?" Sophia asked,

I've been experiencing some... unusua

ophia like he was e

d in a tone that dema

y. I'm not sure what they

memories?" Sophia asked,

ooms, faint scents like incense, I th

tightened. Incense? The s

xperienced any traumat

turned serious. "Noth

was hiding some

grew. Mr. Smith's answers seemed rehearsed,

up. "I think that's enou

d his way to the door without waitin

eamed a warning. This

mith,

Smith was already gone, leaving Sop

at was the significance of incense? And

re was no way this would be a matter of coincidence. There was still time, but

her colleague, Dr Lee, an ex

tise," Sophia said, explain

strong emotional responses. But in this context, it might indic

cont

e can be used to induce relaxation, maki

t just a coincidence? What if Emma and Mr

vestigate further. But be cautious, Sophia. If thi

ion grew. She would

erself being connected too to whatever it

n unexpected package. Inside, she fou

d warehouse at mid

gned, but Sophia kne

d warehouse. The incense sachet's scent lingered in h

ve brought Detective James. But the note'

lit warehouse, a figure

. Smith said, his voi

screamed a warning.

curious about Emma, aren

urse tightened. "What

is part of our family. And you

s narrowed.

about the Order of the Knight

d through time. "Wha

elp people forget. And remember

wled. "Mind contr

st a little...guidance.

hrough the warehouse. Mr. Sm

s up, Sophia. You sho

ee, but Mr. Smith's

k free from Mr. Smith's

meddled in our affai

ouse, searching for an escape r

into the room, tackling

a!" the fig

ed toward the door, the unknown re

ight outside the building, Sophi

ng here?" Sophia

grim. "I tracked your

warehouse. "Mr. Smith...the Ord

We'll get to the bottom of this. But

her mind filled

r mysterio

d the Order of

ould they go