𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟢𝟨

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I spend the entire morning settling in myself, then decide to help Sybille get settled. 

This is my eighteenth operation in the witness protection program, so being isolated from society for a few months doesn't bother me at all, but it's different for her. 

In a usual situation, when someone's life rhythm changes, they get overly anxious about all sorts of nonsense. But what about the state of a young girl, emotionally affected, who was forced to leave her entire life behind?

Although she doesn't admit it, as she pretends to be tough, deep inside, she's holding back fear– I can feel it.

So, without further ado, I try to offer my help – something she might accept right now. 

I stand in her doorway for a few minutes, doing nothing but watching as she whimpers and moves the furniture around. I smile when she swears, pulls her hands away from the corner of the bed, and plants her palms on her hips.

Only then do I straighten up from the door frame and offer to help move the nightstand closer to the bed. When I appeared in the doorway ten minutes ago, she insisted that she needed a place to put a glass of water next to the bed. 

Sybille glances at me, narrows her eyes, and waves me off. A second later, for some reason, I'm yelled at and kicked out of the room. The door slamming in my face and the muttering and swearing behind it about how men always interfere in things that aren't their business somehow make me laugh.

I leave Sybille and her surging emotions alone and decide to start working. 

I'll try to reach her later.

In my chosen room, I look at the only item that doesn't fit the rustic log cabin interior – a half-open suitcase. I find the bag lying next to it and, tucking my laptop under my arm, head downstairs. 

Entering the kitchen, I sit down and turn on the computer.

While the laptop screen flickers with green codes, I start pulling video cameras out of the bag. Carefully untangling the wires, I weigh each camera in my hands and look for the necessary icon on the screen. 

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