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CHAPTER EIGHT :
HER GAZE
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Today is a sunny morning illuminating the girly room of a Nancy Wheeler who is still fast asleep in her bed.
"Nancy! Get up, you're going to be late for work!" said Mrs. Wheeler at the door.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Nance?"
"Uh... yes mom..."
"Get up, don't be late!"
"COMINGG!" "Hhoaaamm..."
Nancy sat with her face still sleepy, she lowered her feet to the floor and let herself sit on her white bed.
Nance rubbed her eyes as well as stretched all over her body.
After gathering enough lives, Nancy finally stood up and opened her bedroom door.
Down the stairs, then took a glass of milk and a piece of bread on the table and took it to her room.
As she was about to climb the stairs, she noticed something was different.
The roof of the stairs became shallower, and the lighting was minimal. Nancy frowned, but she didn't think much of it.
Nancy walked across the dozens of stairs. But when she got upstairs, instead of the room door that Nancy knew, this was the door of a room in a gloomy house that Nancy had visited some time ago.
Nancy was even more surprised, she put her glass and plate somewhere then opened the door handle of the room.
"Shit..."
Nancy was surprised to find herself at this moment, the door led her to a warehouse located on the roof of a luxurious house.
