Crystal sat dumbfounded on the floor.
Silvia Shasha Mandrone, Maximilian Mandrone. What should I do? How do I talk about this? Who do I talk about this to? What is this? Who is this?
Crystal was in a mind boggling situation. There has to be a fair explanation. I need to go home, I need to talk.
Crystal paced up and down in the room, however stopped as she realised and a chill ran down her spine.
This is not very strange, this is a fallacy. Maybe Grandpa Valentine can help. No, what if Valentine is as involved? Or maybe he isn't.
Amid the chaos of ravelling thoughts and confusion, Crystal collapsed with a thud sound on the floor.
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In the opposite part of the city, Abigail was sitting opposite a doctor in an abandoned house.
"That night, On Crystal's Birthday, I met Director Samsons, remember I told you?" Abigail told the young man who was done setting plates for three people.
