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(Woah there.)

(Dude, are you okay?)

(I'm really confused on basically everything, but you know
LIFE IS SUFFERING!)

(Honestly, same.)

(Just because it's annoying me to no end at this point, I'm just going to tell you that I am a cisgender female that roleplays as both genders.

And I'm a gen Z, why would I be okay?)

(Same.)

(I'm Gen Z!)

(Bleep boop.)

(@Brokenchipmunk, Bruh, we are waiting for you.)

(Oh right)
Carter stared at the walls of the empty room, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from and why it sounded so familiar.

(Who is it? Don't leave me hangin!)

(So… let’s just say that the kidnapper had teleportation skills.)

(Solid plan)

(I'm good with that)

"Where am I?" Carter repeated. "Why did you shoot me? Who are you?"

Mirage waltzed her way through the outside wall, unhindered. She followed the cab driver (who had Carter slung over his shoulder) to a blank interrogation room. As the man in the room started to interrogate Carter, she backed away and found a quiet corner, and pulled out her phone. "Hey, Ferran. we are somewhere down town in Atica city. Please tell me your on the way." She muttered quietly.

“Why didn’t she call me.” Alanna huffed, a little bitter.

"We both know I'm more responsible." Ferran said. "We're at that one shoe place with the sick graffiti on the wall." He commented. "Can you describe the building your in? Down town is pretty big."

A man walked into the room, dragging a chair with him. "I'm the one leading this interrogation, kid." He said with a smirk on his face.

“Excuse me?”

"Uuummmmmm…" She glanced around. "I think we're in a warehouse apartment combo? Maybe? It's on Tivoli St."

Ferran nodded. "Oh yeah, yeah, I know where that is! We're pretty close then!" Ferran glanced at his watch. 4:00. "Okay we are on our way, see ya!" He turned to Alanna. "They're on Tivoli St., let's go."

Carter knew he had seen this man before, but he just couldn't place it. The man was in his mid thirties at most, and an ugly scar ran its way from the base of his chin to his eyebrow on the left side of his face.

“Lead the way, more mature one.”

"Your sass never ceases to amaze me, Al"

“My sass can’t be compared to your ego.”

"Hardy Har Har!"

“We turn left here.”

"Right." Ferran said. "I'm pretty sure it's right."

“No it’s left. Oh wait, you’re the more mature one. Let’s take right.”

"That was uncalled for."

They reached a dead end. “Now what?”