AVA
My arms clung tight to the backpack that Marcus Zephanie has given me. He left me outside a police station and told me not to say anything to anyone. I was to stay silent. No matter who was to ask or what questions they were to ask, I should feign innocence.
It was no hard task. It was actually too easy. I felt too lost anyway. I had been in Marcus Zephanie's lab and this was the first time I came out.
I looked at my surroundings, an officer had me sit inside the station when he saw me outside. He had tried asking me who was I and what was I doing outside the station but as Marcus Zephanie has instructed, I made no response. After a few minutes, a look of recognition had flashed before his eyes and that was when he called his other comrades. One of them immediately made a phone call.
