I stepped onto a flight bound for a foreign land, assuming an entirely new identity.
Upon landing, I made my way to a small coastal town where I had pre-purchased a modest house and a small storefront for myself.
I planned to decorate this shop entirely according to my own vision. Once renovated, I intended to use it to sell various types of alcohol, healing every wounded soul that entered.
Meanwhile, Garett was nearly driven to madness trying to find me.
Let's rewind to a few hours earlier.
Garett drove to Josie's house, eagerly opening the door to find her dressed in an adorably charming Lolita outfit. She tugged at his collar, leading him step by step towards the bedroom with her bare feet.
But this time, Garett didn't feel the usual excited flutter in his chest. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
Josie, noticing his distraction, launched an even more aggressive assault. Garett, however, pushed her away abruptly: