New York city.
2:25pm.
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Narika stirred in her sleep, until she felt the cold wind fan against her arm and she whimpered towards the roughness against her face, and fluttered her eyes open to see the damaged car in front of her.
She didn't really have any idea if that was her imagination, or if she was sleeping because the last she could remember was arriving in NYC.
Yeah.
She did arrive safely, but the rest was a blur and that didn't sit right with her, when she sensed a swarm of dejavu washed over her, when she tried forcing her minc to think of what happened after that.
Without needing much to say, she sat up instantly to take notice of her surrounding. She was in somewhat abandoned car factory. This isn't the hotel room she booked.
Just then, she felt something clicked in her head, and her memories came back. The taxi driver, Luke and the water. He fucking drugged her and took away her purse.
