You wake up in someone elses house, your wounds bandaged and your lying on a bed with a big, comfy mattress. The bedroom is nice, with sketches of sea creatures and messy handwriting on the walls above a messh desk that has a small blue lamp lighting up documents and drawings of starfishes. The door creaks open and Alexander steps into the room, one hand in his pocket and the other clutching a binder. His glasses shinning in the dimly lit room. He looks very attractive, yet intimidating.
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