Vanishing Into the Unknown
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For the sake of identity, I am going to tell my story today with obscured names of locations, and redacted characters names, to respect the memory of the involved.
Girl, our main character, is a self-made marketer for a law firm, one morning she gets a command from an unknown sender, changing the course of her life forever.
The mysterious Text Box Man sends her on a cross-country journey with a stranger, Boy, with motives unknown from all parties.
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