𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘝𝘐𝘐

𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
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"The three of them are talking privately in the forest again." Gilda murmurs in a low voice.

As you gather underneath the towering tree, you can't help but notice that today's weather feels noticeably colder than usual, signaling the arrival of winter.

Don, frustrated, lets out a loud groan and clenches his fists in anger. "How long are we just going to stand around and plan?" he exclaims, his frustration palpable. "We gotta save Conny as soon as possible."

You side eye him. "Don't you understand?" you say. "We can't rush into action without a proper plan. We still have so much to figure out."

Don looks at you, a mix of impatience and desperation in his eyes. "But what if it's too late? What if we run out of time?" he asks, his voice filled with worry.

You take a deep breath. "Rushing into things without a solid strategy could lead to even more trouble. We need to be smart about this. We'll find a way to save Conny."

As you continue to stand beneath the tree, the weight of the situation hangs heavily in the air. You just lied to him about Conny.

"What if something's preventing us?" Gilda wonders, her gaze fixed ahead.

Don, intrigued, asks, "What do you mean?"

Gilda hesitates for a moment before responding, "I don't really know. Something tells me this isn't dangerous just because of bad people.it's more than that. Much more."

You look at Gilda, impressed by her insight. 'You catch on easily.'

You watch as Emma, Norman, and Ray emerge from the distance. "They're on their way," you mutter, turning around and quietly taking your leave.

-

As the golden sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow upon us, we all gather into the cozy confines of the adjacent room.

With a serious tone, Emma reveals, "Gilda and I decided to observe Mom again. She disappears right before eight every night."

Norman, ever the analytical mind, raises an eyebrow and questions, "She does?"

"Yeah! There are no traces of her anywhere." Kneeling down, Emma shows her sketched drawing of the upstairs. "Meaning there's a secret room in this house."

Don gasps in astonishment. "Whoa! Really?"

Emma nods, her gaze fixed on the circled area between our room and Mom's. "Located here. Right next to Moms bedroom. Moms room is both connected to the bathroom and washroom." She said, pointing at the rooms with her marker.

Emma confidently declares, "This isn't just a wall."

Gilda chimes in, sharing her own observation, "From what I've noticed, she disappears into either the office or the washroom."

Norman's gaze shifts towards you, his raised eyebrow as if he were asking you if you knew anything about it. You avert your eyes, returning your focus to their intriguing sketchbook.

"That said, I measured the distance of inside the room along with the hallway outside of it." Emma says.

Norman perks up. "Oh. That's what you were going." He says.