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V (Part II)
Madame?
Ms. Meyer?
Madame?
A sudden jolt makes me come back to my senses. Where am I?
I look around me and I see myself at the lobby of The Passion House again.
What’s happening?
It seems like a staff is talking to me. She looks familiar. It has taken a while for me to process what’s happening. Oh right.
Aya JamandreDear Readers, I am so sorry for the late update. I got myself vaccinated recently and the side effects brought my head to a swirl that I cannot write properly. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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