Interrogation

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To my surprise, that stranger with a trash bag wasn't there to kill me.

It wasn't Humbert either.

She looked similar to Deejay, and though her name is on the tip of my tongue I can't quite seem to remember it.

She had me tied to a chair and told me that she needed some questions answered, about me, about the band, about Humbert.
I told her everything.
It was hard not to, with a light in my face and everything. She told me that she found some 'Brock' guy and that they needed to use me as bait to get the bus to show up.

I'm writing this from her attic, where I'm to hide until sunset tomorrow evening. She gave me a box of Eggo waffles, a toaster, and some water bottles to survive off of until then.

Wish me luck
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