Shirley's POV
Present
I didn't know what next, but I knew I found myself sitting on a chair, yawning and stretching my hand.
But it felt as though I was constrained and I could move. Furthermore, the stench of dirt hits my nose.
Something wasn't right. I knew I had fallen asleep in the study room and now...where was I?
Soft music played, and I could hear soft music playing, which was bizarre. It was followed by footsteps.
Anxiously, I opened my eyes, and heard the whistling of someone.
It was dark too except for the faint light that flickered from a bulb.
I gasped, studying the place I was. The walls leaned inward as the windows were boarded up, and the door was covered in rusty chains and padlocks.
This wasn't the palace, it was a hideout or sort. Did Mac bring me here?
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