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 Noelle had naturally also received the letter about the celebration and it’s prize. As someone who worked two jobs and barely met the two ends, she naturally couldn’t really afford such computer on her own. The one she used was old, second hand and it barely ran her favorite game to pass the times: League of Legends. Granted with everything that happened in the previous day, she felt completely unable to even bring herself to play the game right now. Her turning into Sona out of nowhere, spooked her to no end.

 Now at this celebration, she find herself a nice place at the furthest back, keeping low profile, just enjoying the liveliness around. She naturally couldn’t speak… mostly. She could, but that posed the danger of  sending everyone into the hospital for she still had no idea why some were affected so much by her ‘talk’ while others only heard the words.

 She now was even given a glass of punch which looked very tasty and smelled quite sweet. Noelle took a sip of it and the sweetness filled her mouth. It made her smile so she quickly continued drinking it.[color=6ecff6][i]’ Wait… why is the celebration prize a gaming computer…’[/i][/color] She thought wondering.
 
 She didn’t have an answer, but a little after she finished her glass, Noelle felt something happening. She felt weak and dizzy also sleepy. Her vision blurred! She had gone through similar thing in the past when the crazy stalker fan actually drugged her out of nowhere and abducted her! Her mind filled with horror, but she couldn’t fight her body as she fell unconscious, slumming in her chair.

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 [color=f7941d]“Garrett, you again?”[/color] Clarice asked as she entered the interrogation room. The tall police officer seemed both pleasantly surprised and mildly annoyed at seeing the younger man. She walked over to the chair by the table in the middle of the interrogation room and sat down, face to face with Garrett who was on the other side of a table.

 The black haired woman tapped the table with her index finger a few times, before pulling a small folder and opening it.[color=f7941d]” Seriously, this is the fourth time this month we take you in for interrogation. What did you do this time?”[/color] She asked, knowing full well that the younger man probably hadn’t really done anything wrong besides looking like he was about to kill someone.[color=f7941d]” An old lady had called us because she saw and I quote here ‘ a suspicious individual with eyes of a killer’.”[/color] She said and closed the folder, looking at him and reaching over to undo his handcuffs that held him to the table.

 [color=f7941d]“ Seriously, didn’t I already tell you to stop glaring at people?” [/color]She asking him, with angry voice.[color=f7941d]” Also, get a girlfriend already to keep you in check. My colleagues started making rumors about me being in relationship with you because of all the time I would vouch and go around actually gathering evidence you didn’t really do anything!”[/color]