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    Marissa fixated on the red dot disyed on the screen, denoting her location. At the stroke of midnight yesterday, the red dot departed swiftly from the Sanchez family’s residence, heading towards Daniels Manor without pause. Precisely, it reached Connor’s house.


    Marissa felt flustered; she hadn’t anticipated venturing to see Connor so directly while sleepwalking. But why did she seek him out? While awake, she hadn’t felt a significant longing for him.


    Without interruptions along her journey, the tracker-recorder recorded solely the motorcycle drone slicing through the wind, asionally intermingled with the sounds of passing vehicles.


    When she reached the entrance of Connor’s ce, the motorcycle’s rumble ceased. Straining her ears, Marissa surmised that she had parked the vehicle.


    Frowning involuntarily, she hesitated. She usually parked her motorcycle in the yard, so she was puzzled over why she’d left it outside the gatest night. Quickly dismissing the thought, she remained focused on monitoring the red dot’s movements.


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    The red dot meandered outside the yard, pacing back and forth. After a while of aimless wandering, a sudden loud noise erupted from her phone. Marissa’s ears twitched nervously. Her frown deepened as she struggled to identify the sound, which resembled the heavy thud of something hitting the ground.


    She found it astonishing. Connor was peculiar in his aversion to noise. His disdain for loud disturbances was unmatched, especially within his house, where even the slightest mor was forbidden. What could have caused it? Had something breached the gate of his house, causing it to copse? Her thoughts turned sinister.


    A smug smile spread across her face. But abruptly, the smile faded, reced by a heavy shake of her head. What had she been contemting? Connor was meticulous about his possessions. His socks alone cost a fortune, not to mention the age-old gate to his house. It was unlikely to copse.


    The origin of the loud noise eluded her. She remained fixated on the red dot. Following themotion, the red dot reached Connor’s house. The red dot appeared frantic, bounding up and down, darting across the yard with reckless abandon. Its erratic movements echoed with assorted noises.


    What drove her erratic behaviors? Marissa grew even more bewildered. Could she really be this restless and active during sleepwalking? And what actions had led to such mor?


    After roughly ten minutes of erratic movements, the red dot finally made its way toward the building. Upon reaching the door, it paused briefly before a loud noise erupted from her phone. Marissa recoiled at the volume of the noise. It was deafening. The sound mirrored the one that had emanated from the gate. Another heavy object must have collided with the ground.


    What could have caused such chaos at Connor’s residence? Was it an earthquake? Or perhaps a typhoon had struck? Marissa’s mind raced with uncertainty. She pressed her ear to the phone, straining to hear any voices, but there was only silence.


    Following such a disturbance, why hadn’t any members of the Daniels family emerged to investigate? Furthermore, why hadn’t anyone greeted her upon her arrival? During her confusion, she noticed the red dot bouncing about the living room. Simultaneously, a barrage of bangs erupted from her phone.


    Marissa massaged her temples, a headache creeping in. The situation was bing increasingly convoluted. She couldn’t decipher the purpose behind her actions, nor could she discern the origin of the chaotic sounds. Moreover, the eerie situation of no human voices within the house perplexed her. As her confusion mounted, the red dot darted towards the second floor


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