Grace
The wifi password was written on the underside of a barstool.
I had found it by accident on my third day in Velmore, when I knocked a stool over trying to reach a glass on the top shelf and caught myself on the seat. Someone had written it in black marker, small and cramped, like they hadn't wanted it to be easy to find. ‘VenomRiders1845.’
For all the efforts they had put into hiding it, the password was surprisingly easy to memorise.
I had memorized it then and done absolutely nothing with it, partly because I wasn't sure who I would contact and I also didn't have a phone, and partly because every time I thought about it, I could hear Kent's voice in my head telling me the Collector was tracking my surge.
But it had been a week and a half now, and the walls were starting to bre
