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“Come again?” Russell asked, wide-eyed. Cassie sighed and sat back down on the chair she had been chained to earlier. “Eight months ago, I stumbled on an old, seemingly abandoned factory, and when I realized that there was something off about it, it piqued my interest. I thought I had found something illegal and therefore could maybe steal something without anyone contacting the police.” “Which is a normal thing to think when one stumbles on something illegal,” Leila scoffed, and Cassie glared at her but continued her story. “After staking out the place, I noticed that there were always two guards around the area, and when I had figured out their route, I made my move and broke in. It was relatively easy, and it didn’t take a long time, but what I found inside still makes my skin craw