"Yeah that explains your behavior sometimes huhhh.. evil" I said
"Girls like evil these days baby" he replied
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A grieving girl, now living alone after losing her parents, discovers an unexpected solace when she real...
I hate rainy days. The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the streets into rivers and soaking everything in its path. I huddled under my hood, water dripping from the brim and trickling down my neck. I simply despised the rain, always had. It made everything harder-visibility was poor, sounds were muffled, and the chill seeped into my bones.
But today, i couldn't afford to care. The latest clue had led me to an old, warehouse on the edge of town.
The air was thick with tension. I had followed every lead, every whisper, and this place felt different. It felt right.
After an hour of wondering I found Noah's watch on the floor of that warehouse. And I understood that they were keeping Noah there, but they recently changed their hiding.
At the end we understood that Noah wasn't there anymore so the police helped me and dropped me home I mean at Ian's place, it was almost 6 in the evening. When I arrived I saw Ian's car was parked outside that means he's also home.
"Yo kid" I called out to him, but couldn't get any answer,
I look in the hall, I look in his room, where he is, he wasn't answering but I saw his car outside, so he must be here somewhere.
Ian's house is big I mean it's not like a house it's a mension. So it's difficult for me to find him. I went to the library after that but no he wasn't even there.
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Whenever I come to the library i feel happy, like I feel at peace. The books and the silence I love. He has a variety of books there but some of the books are just kinda creepy, because I can't read whatever is written on it. It's like a different language that I don't understand.
While looking on that book shelf I saw a symbol glowing. my curiosity piqued, i reached out for the book with a fingertip. A soft click echoed through the stillness, and the bookshelf swung inward, revealing a hidden passage. My heart raced with excitement and trepidation, so I stepped inside.
"What is this place"? I whispered,
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Shelves lined the walls, crammed with mysterious objects: vials of shimmering potions, ancient scrolls, and odd trinkets that seemed to hum with energy. Strange symbols and diagrams covered the floor and walls, glowing faintly in the dim light cast by flickering candles.
