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Chapter 46: Mission Control Trevor had put the pedal down and has sat on his bed considering what he might know now. Not to ..

Chapter 47: What Imbalance Trevor screeched to a stationary position when he revisited the inner sanctum of the warehouse are..

Chapter 48: There was Something… Noon on an odd August day, he shook off his clothes and took them off. Sitting in bed..

Chapter 49: The Hunter becomes the Undead He shrugged off the wince he got when smacking the tiny wood compartment door with ..

Chapter 50: The Inquisitor’s Ball “Huhhhhhh” he droned as he started to have his senses again. In the main ..

Chapter 51: Where in the World is… Trevor raced back to his abode, a distressing omen hazing his aura. Today was even..

Chapter 52: My Killer has a First Name He awoke languid from the side of his bed and fell off. “Oww.” He groaned,..

Chapter 53: The Best is not to Come Right as he began getting ready for the day, he experienced an ailing sensation that grip..

Chapter 54: Lights. Camera. Faction. Just then a rally of people stormed through the entryway, they pressed him against the wa..

Chapter 55: The Worth of Work Reliving last night was out of the question. Trevor lifted off his bed and on to the floorboar..