A cold sheet of paper was stuck to the side of my cheek when I woke up that morning. It fluttered with every breath that escaped my lips, and my forehead wrinkled, trying to get rid of the sound. I pulled myself up, rubbing my face and peeling off the paper. It came to focus as sleep left my eyes, and I yawned. What is this? Oh. It was the experiment module Rick had given to me a few days ago. I groaned, falling forward and stuffing my face into the comforter.
Was I in my right mind to accept that stupid module? How did I agree to do something so personal and creepy? Every word written on that page proved it to be some kind of confidential mission and here I was, having no choice but to do it.
I groaned again. I could always give the paper back to Rick, but the rewards I’d get for accomp
