I received a call from Drew, informing me that Alpha Anderson has passed away. I offered him my condolences for his loss, and I could sense his deep sadness. When I brought up how Abigail and Arnold were coping, I noticed he seemed to be hiding something. The mention of Arnold's name visibly upset him, prompting me to refrain from asking any further questions.
"Please be careful when you arrive at the Arcade pack, my love," he advised. I responded, "I will be, but you seem to forget that I am not someone to be underestimated." He chuckled at my confident remark. "I know, City, but just take care. I love you," he confessed, to which I shyly replied, "I love you too."
As I settled into bed, I anticipated a tiring day ahead. Morning arrived, signaling the start of my journey. We would be fl
