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Chapter 9: True Identity!
-Gianna- "Come in, and I'll see if I can find something," Amang encouraged us in to look. He was the first to enter inside his home. I stared Viktor in the eyes with a serious expression on my face. Viktor looked at me, smiled, and took my hand as we walked inside the house together. When we walked inside the door, I got a glimpse of the interior. Everything in the living room appeared to be normal; there were chairs, flower arrangements, and photographs up on the walls. Despite this, the house's age is obvious due to the fact that it is constructed of wood. "Follow me," Amang commanded as we all turned to look at him. We haven't done anything but follow in his footsteps. I'm still clutching Viktor's hand, and he's holding mine. Even though I desperately wanted to let go of his hand,
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