Khloe's POV
"How?" Adele asked, replying to my text.
"The internet!" I responded and Adele immediately clicked with what I meant. We could easily get anything we wanted on a knife once we just ask
I hurried back into the room, took a picture of the knife and kept it close in my bag. Anything could happen and the events of the previous night proved it. The halls were swarming with guards, angry looking ones.
I searched for any pic resembling that on the internet while Adele searched for 'a knife that retireves memories'. The pic was taking an unusual amount of time to load. The only info Adele was able to get wasn't useful. It was leading us back to the sword of the Nexus and nothing else.
"How's it going with the pic?" Adele asked as we got to the door into the principal's office in
