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❛❛ I mean, I’m sure there’s someone out there who’ll say what I’m doing right now is wrong . . . ❜❜ the words were spoken as she walked toward the main door of the apartment, already searching through the leather bag hanging off her shoulder. ❛❛ Well, if you feel so bad, unsure about the situation, I can just say that I had a key. ❜❜ she grinned a little when she located the key in question, twirling it within her fingers as it seemed to take on a thousand different shapes and forms along the blade.
❛❛ It’s hard to say if what I’m after is good or bad. ❜❜ she decided to speak honestly about the situation, slipping the key into the door with ease and opening it. Artemis was a little surprised she managed to open it up so easily, expecting a spell or curse to negate the artifact. ❛❛ It’s like most things in the world, they can either be used for good or evil, it just depends on who uses it. ❜❜ the door opened in silence, revealing a penthouse apartment that was practically abandoned ; furniture covered with sheets and darkness festering in the corners.
❛❛ Man . . . What I’d give to own a place like this. My place could probably fit into the living room of this one . . . ❜❜ The thought was mused as she walked deeper inside, opening doors and peeking into bathrooms and bedrooms. It wasn’t until she entered a study that she took her time to inspect the details —— books bound in leather lining the shelves, a large desk in the centre, and the slow ticking of a grandfather clock against the wall.
❛❛ Oh . . . Well, that was smart of her. ❜❜ her attention was captured by the glass of the grandfather clock, standing in front of it before looking back at him and pointing to it. ❛❛ That’s it, right? The thing that you were able to pick up? ❜❜ she didn’t need confirmation, the reflection that only she was able to see told her all that she needed to know.
