Amelia
We've been in this car for too long.
The sun is starting to set, and every part of my body is numb. Sitting between these two men is literally squeezing the light out of me. We got here about four hours ago. It's a sizeable single-story building painted white. When we first got here, there were no cars around. But slowly, it's starting to get packed, and a lot of cars park beside ours. So this is a parking lot, but what are they all doing here? Everyone keeps going inside, but I have no idea what this place could be.
I manage to spy a woman wearing sparkly lingerie walking by the car. So, this must be some kind of club, but what are we doing here exactly, and why are we waiting in the car? This feels a lot like waiting. Damien is calm, though, and he hasn't said a word since we
