[𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫]: Join Elena and Jake on journey around Los Angeles no one has seen so far, where they battle personal demons and emerge as a reunited cooperators. In a reunion marked by unraveling truths, they confront memories and face a myster...
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A̶ ̶S̶W̶I̶F̶T̶ ̶C̶R̶A̶C̶K̶ ̶O̶F̶ ̶M̶Y̶ ̶N̶E̶C̶K̶ ̶F̶R̶E̶E̶D̶ it up, allowing me to dive back into the metadata analysis unfolding before me without any more stiffness holding me back.
Despite the weight of my heavy boots, I can still sense the chill seeping through the floor, but it doesn't faze me much; the cold running through my veins could freeze that icy floor solid, like I'm living in Elsa's fucking Frozen kingdom.
I sensed a slight buzz in my sleek black pants and swiftly grabbed it, but instead of unlocking it, I casually placed it on the desk next to my keyboard.
They know I'm not one to pick up when I'm knee-deep in work, so they're wise to keep quiet and refrain from making my phone buzz for a second time;
On my way back from the phone, I took a moment to swipe my hand across my face, hoping to shake off the fatigue from hours of screen time that had me glued to the display.
Man, fucking human frailties like needing sleep always leave me frustrated, thinking about all the missed opportunities to do something productive in the meantime, nothing groundbreaking though.
As I reached up, I smoothed down my hair, taming the chaos on my forehead, until my hand found the fabric of my hood, enveloping my head snugly.
