LOST AND FOUND
The low hum of my pc is the best sound in the room as I sit down at my table, seeking to keep my mind from spiraling. The air inside the workplace is thick with anxiety, an anxiety I haven’t felt in years. It’s been days when you consider that Kylie turned into taken, and the clock is ticking. Patience has never been my strong health, and now it’s wearing thinner by the second.
The door creaks open, and my technician walks in. He’s constantly had that conceited air approximately him — tall, lean, his confidence bordering on conceitedness. But I don’t care about the swagger nowadays. I want answers.
“Lysander, my vintage pal,” he says with that trademark sarcasm, last the door in the back of him with a gentle click on. “Seems you want my help once again.”
I don’t hassle
