A stepping out of Catherine’s apartment, Mirabe halled a cab straightaway and made her way back to the Davis
udence. Upon her arrival, she noticed several pairs of shiny men’s dress shoes lined up at the front door. A flicker of curiosity crossed her eyes–were they having aquests?
After pondering for a few seconds, she said her freshly drawn keys back into her purse, turned on her heels, and strode kward th Nevator, Lucky for her, the elevator remained on her floor, doors ready to wee her in.
Descending back to the ground floor, Mirabe settled herself on a public bench. Her striking beauty drew nces
passersby, including children who couldn’t help but steal a few extra looks.
Dressed in a hoodie today and tired of the attention<b>, </b>she pulled up the hood over her head and dug out her phone to immerse herself in the digital world. Before long, she no longer felt the weight of onlookers‘ stares.
She Estlessly yed a few rounds of apetitive game she had downloaded recently–a game that soon proved to back challenge. Closing the app, she seemed to be struck by a thought and swiftly opened her Messenger.
Her list of friends on Messenger wasn’t extensive. Her fingertips scrolled through, dragging the contact nicknamed “Y out of the cklist, And with that, she sent a message.
The Pit (Be careful these next few days. Don’t go out causing a stir it It’s not necessary.)
“Y” must have been glued to their phone because they replied almost instantaneously with a barrage of messages.
Y: [Oh, my dear lord, you finally remember me.]
<b>Y</b>: [You have no idea <b>what </b>kind of devastating torture I’ve been through recently.]
Y: [Hungry and cold, kneeling at the chapel every day, feelingpletely drained.]
I
Y: [Ancestor, can you find a way to spring me out? I miss the fresh air on the outside.]
The Pilt: [–If you’ve got the energy toin this much, you’re clearly not that drained.]
Y: [Please, show me some mercy.l
The Pilt [Logging off.]
Y: [Wait, what do you mean by “be careful? Can you be more specific?]
However, Y’sst message was met with a ring red exmation mark, and the notification (Message <b>failed </b>to send because the recipient has blocked you.)
Y: [????]
[Message failed to send because the recipient has blocked you.]
Y: [Wait!]
[Message failed to send because the recipient has blocked <b>you</b><b>.</b><b>] </b>
Mirabe exited Messenger and looked up just in time to <b>see </b><b>a </b>group of burly men in matching ck suits <b>exiting </b>the lobby. The leader held <b>a </b>silver briefcase that gleamed under the light. They looked like they meant business as if they had just finished a debt collection–intimidating enough to make any nearby resident take a wide berth.
Narrowing her eyes, Mirabe’s gaze casually swept over the men’s shiny <b>shoes</b>, and her expression turned thoughtful for <b>a </b>split second.
The men didn’t notice Mirabe as they left the building, heading towards the parking garage with a familiarity that suggested they were regrs. Frowning slightly as their figures disappeared, she rose and stepped back into the lobby. She pressed the elevator button and <b>ascended </b>once more.
When she exited the elevator, the array of ck, shiny shoes that had been at her doorstep were now <b>gone</b><b>. </b>
With a contained gaze, Mirabe produced her keys and unlocked the door.