The girl was now sound asleep in her apartment. Freya had handled the logistics, and everything had gone off without a hitch.
A few hours later, the girl slowly opened her eyes. She let out a soft groan; her muscles felt like she’d just been forced to run a marathon. She sat up and looked around, her eyes wide with confusion.
"How did I end up back in my room?" she whispered under her breath.
Suddenly, a steady knock at the door broke the silence. The girl climbed out of bed and opened the door.
"Hey, am I interrupting anything?" James asked gently.
The girl shook her head, but her expression remained puzzled. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I’m nobody special. Just someone who happens to have a knack for reading people’s conditions, even from a distance," James said with a smirk.
"I have no id
