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Third Person POV - Warehouse 1 - November 12th

Pain.

So much pain.

Soft sunlight filtered through the jail-like window, creating a golden glow in the small room.

Fallon blinked her eyes open, her vision blurred with pain. Things were the same from when she was last conscious: her head pounded, her privates throbbed, and her shot wound stung. There was one thing different through; she could breathe normally.

She was relieved. She really thought she had died.

Concern returned when she realized that she was in a new mysterious location.

Ignoring the gnawing thumping in her brain, she lifted her head and pushed herself up to a seat, clutching onto her stomach.

She hazily looked around the room.

Ugh. Where am I this time?

This room was smaller than the one she was in last time, and it looked more like an office than a warehouse.

There was a desk close to the wall furthest away, a table in the center, and some cushioned chairs along the length of the room.

Fallon gazed past the scattered documents on the floor, confused. Her eyes stopped when they were met with a pair of feet. She looked up.

"Anders?"

Anders, hands crossed over stomach, sadly smiled down at Fallon.

"Oh my god, I'm not dead, am I?"

He chuckled.

"No, no, you're not dead."

She sighed in relief before confusion resettled in her mind.

"Then what are you doing here?" she asked.

Anders took a seat in a chair along one of the walls.

"I'm here to tell you to not lose your head."

She scoffed.

"When have I lost my head?"

He stared at her with a "seriously Fallon?" look.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe when you got overly angry and snapped the rope around your arms, which also caused you to pop your stitches," he said pointedly, motioning to her bloodied stomach.

She tilted her head, looking up to the ceiling.

"Also," he continued, "when you punched Evan in the face, knocking him out."

"That was for a good reason!" she exclaimed.

"I know, I know... But you need to keep your temper if you want to get out of here alive."

She gazed down at the floor beneath her, suddenly saddened.

"Have you been with me this whole time?" she asked quietly. "Did you see everything that happened?"

Anders sighed, putting on an empathetic smile.

"Yeah... I've been watching over you since you and Liam were taken from the manor. I had to make sure that you'd be okay."

Her eyes filled with tears.

"But I'm not okay, Anders!" she cried. "Don't you see the state I'm in? I almost died last night in an abandoned parking lot and-"

She paused, worry filling her pounding head.

"Anders, how did I get in here? Did you take me here?"