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A few days pass, it's just like when Victor arrived first. Kyrell still hadn't talked to him, and vise versa. Bill was the only one whom Victor talked to. He was trying to bridge Kyrell with Victor, as Kyrell pleads him to do so, but he still can't manage to pierce through Victor's heart. He searches for a way to make Victor speak up, but it just doesn't work. Weeks pass, and they still have this awkward silence between them. They all don't know until when they will stay like this. Sure Victor talked to Bill, but it wasn't just the same as before. It was quiet. It was deafening to hear nothing but their breaths across the room. Night came, and Victor dreamt about something. It was the blob. As he dreams further, he sees a familiar face. "Grandma Lala?" He asks himself. She wa

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