𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎3

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After what felt like months, I found a building that I was almost sure was the one... Almost. I glanced back at the invitation, as it had the address and time. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, letting out a sigh I didn't even know I kept in. I opened my eyes...
" It's too late to turn back now..."
I paused
"Probably..."
I shake my head. No. I can't turn back. I can't. I couldn't... No matter what, I promised myself I wouldn't run away. Even though it was only dinner with an old friend, it felt like more. Like... There was something I couldn't see clearly. I mean... *Why?* Why after all these years-? I thought. Did he want something? Did he simply want to catch up on things? I'm not sure... Regardless, I had to figure out, as I let my curiosity flow through my mind... Consuming whatever other thoughts I had. I drove up to the gates, and the gates opened automatically, giving anyone an advantage to drive their car through, which is what I had done. As my car made it's way up the drive way, I noticed some other cars. Are they... His? Maybe he just had some extra pounds to spend. He is supposed to be the rich one anyway... I roll my eyes and park. As I opened the car door and got out, I looked up at the building, a mansion, about four stories. It was fancy, and looked around eighteen years old maybe. I closed the door and started walking up to the entrance doors. As I was about to grab the handle, I started hesitating... What is this bad feeling? And why was I getting it? I swallowed my nerves down and finally turned the handle, opening the door. When I looked inside... There were...
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>DAY ONE<
~11:30~

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