Thirty-seven | 26 days, 23rd hour
My hand jerks away from Cid's who's passed out right now. Three guys loom over us, their faces a mask of different emotions conflicting the other. Then I notice that Cain's got a gun in his hand and I make a run for it. Well, make a run for him actually. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot him!" Cain looked at me crazily, then at the guns. "What? No, you got it wrong." "Just don't shoot him! You'll go to jail for that if you do!" Vincent hushed me down, holding my hand with a frown on his face. He's keeping me supported by sitting up. "Stella, we weren't going to shoot him - he had a gun. We just took it away from him just now. You've been out cold for quite some time too." "So what did you see?" Cain questions me, giving me a small smile. I remember what happened in Steven's office. They knew
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