The following morning, I woke up to my phone vibrating, seeing numerous missed calls from the same number that called me the previous night. I rolled out of bed and saw it was already past 10, meaning I was awfully late. Without having time to shower and brush my hair, I just washed my face, dressed, and left the house immediately. I walked down the road and was not able to find any taxi to take me to my destination. On other days, I would barely leave my house, and a bunch of taxis came flooding in, but that day, when I was already running late, nothing appeared. I continued to walk down the street until I finally found one and hopped into it. “Where to, miss?” the driver asked as I squeezed myself into the backseat that was awfully full. “27 Echo Street, Hall Mansion,” I answered. “Oh, so you’re the new one?” the elderly lady in the backseat questioned as she gasped. “New what?” I queried, feeling rather confused about what she was talking about. She just scoffed and then lo
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