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I walk out of the big ballroom, and start walking around the mansion, without anyone from the party noticing.

I walk in another room, it's one of the fanciest places I've ever seen, and trust me, I'm very used to fancy places. There's marble everywhere, mirrors, details in gold.

I walk a little more around the corridors of this floor, focusing on finding the letter. I have to find it, I have to take it. It can change my life.

The wooden floor reminds me of the orphanage I grew up in.

The walls are white with fancy details.

I walk in every door, until I find an office. It's probably here, it has to be here. Olivia said this letter has everything I've been looking for for so long. It can lead me to find out who my real parents really are. I start looking around the shelfs, opening the drawers, reading every paper I can find in this room.

Even the walls are wooden here.

I look out the window, and see the little town of Nisland, South Dakota, in between the long, royal blue curtains. I'm so far away from where I belong. I'm so far away from where I was born and raised. But I have to be here. I have to find all the answers I need, and this is the only place I can look for them.

I take one of the paintings off the wall, and find a safe box behind it.

It's right in front of me, and it seems to be really important. I just hope I don't try my best to open it just to find some papers that have nothing to do with me or some other irrelevant stuff.

I have no option now, I have to open it. I have to find a way.

I can't go back now. There are buttons to put a code, and there's also a sensor for the eyes.

I have a feeling I'll die tonight, but if I die, at least I hope I'll die knowing who are my parents. I hope I die really knowing my story.

The first thing I do is to put my eye near the sensor.

I keep my eye as open as I can, as a red laser scans it, and some air hits it. I mean, who knows, right?

I stay in that position for around three seconds before stepping back a little.

For a while, nothing happens, and I start thinking it didn't work. I just stand there like an idiot.

I take another step back, and keep staring at the safe, trying to understand it.

For my surprise, it opens. I hear footsteps near the door, and get everything from the box without even checking what it is. I put it all in the big pocket of my dress and zip it.

- there's someone in the office.

A guy says, calmly.

I hear his steps getting a little bit far away from the door, and take that as a chance to go away. I open the door fast, and walk out without looking back

- God.

I say, under my breath, as I walk quickly downstairs, trying not to get people to notice me. I can hear people running after me, and that's when I really start to run.

- fuck, fuck.

I say.

- okay, we'll get her!

I can hear another guy screaming, and many running after me in the middle of that high class party.

- you got it.

I whisper to myself as I stop for a second to get the gun I have on my leg, under my dress. As soon as I get it, I start running once again.

The men start shooting my way, as I run off the mansion. They follow me.

Now I'll have to shot back.

I'm panicking a little, a little in despair, as I start shooting back. I look around, and don't see Olivia's car anywhere around the yard. She said she'd wait for me right here, she wouldn't leave at any point.

- just give up already!

One of them scream, as I shot nonstop, trying to point at them, even though I'm not the very best at it.

I keep trying to shot everyone down.

- you can't shot for shit! You're scared of yourself!

I keep shooting, until all my bullets are gone. That's when I feel something piercing my tigh. I fall to the ground really fast.

A long haired, blonde guy comes my way and picks me up, walking with me to a car. I'm suddenly too weak to fight back.

- he's going to be so fucking mad when he finds out I got you before he could put his hands on you.

He laughs.

- you're bleeding like hell.

He continues.

- where are you taking me?

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