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➤ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃; 𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 eight in the morning, sharp knocks echoed through Kara's apartment. It was early for her—she had barely had time to brush her teeth before the three knocks sounded again, more insistent.
As she opened the door, three Vought employees, dressed in sharp, dark uniforms, swiftly entered, not waiting for a word.
Without hesitation, they began packing up her belongings, which were only half-packed from her restless night.
Kara stood, bleary-eyed and still in her pajamas, watching the agents with a kind of numb detachment.
She hadn't even mentally prepared for the day, let alone a full move-out.
The workers, efficient and silent, moved through her apartment like a well-oiled machine, placing her things into large, sleek black cases before whisking them away to the SUV parked outside—a black behemoth with tinted windows so dark it reflected nothing.
The agents didn't dawdle or make small talk.
They were polite but brief, avoiding eye contact, as though they were afraid of something. Kara couldn't understand what they had to fear—it was far too early in the morning for anyone to be truly menacing, or so she thought.
Still, the anxiety in the air was palpable. Maybe it was the effect of being under Vought's thumb, working for a corporation that employed crazed supes who could crush you with a flick of a finger.
Taking advantage of their rapid work, Kara took a final shower in her barely-lived-in apartment. As the hot water cascaded down, she let her mind drift to her sister's words, still echoing in her head like a distant reminder.
Running her fingers through her hair, she tried to calm her nerves, letting the warmth seep into her muscles and wash away some of her tension.
The smell of soap filled the air as she lathered her skin, trying to focus on the simple act of cleansing her body.
But even in the comfort of the shower, her unease lingered.
Goosebumps began to rise on her skin despite the warmth of the water.
She couldn't quite shake the odd feeling crawling along the back of her neck, an instinctive sense that something wasn't right.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, peering through the steam that fogged up the small bathroom. She stilled, focusing her super hearing beyond the muffled sounds of the Vought agents moving outside the bathroom.
