They entered a safe house that was a complete contrast to the lavish setting Amelia was accustomed to.
Bare walls, utilitarian furniture, and a sterile atmosphere replaced plush carpets and shiny mirrors. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, it felt like a haven.
Victor healed her ankle with surprising skill, his touch surprisingly caressing gentle. Michael, ever the positive thinker, was pacing the room, his brow furrowed in thought. Xavier sat beside Amelia, his gaze lingering on her face with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
The events of the night replayed in Amelia's mind in a dizzying blur. Their escape, the chilling encounter with the masked figure, and most importantly, Victor's revelation. Project Genesis? What was it, and how was she connected?
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