Chapter 119
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The next morning arrived with a soft, muted light filtering through the windows of Greg's small apartment. As he stirred awake, a sense of confusion washed over him.

"Where am I?" Greg thought, looking at his surroundings.

For a moment, he felt disoriented, until the memory of the previous night settled in. His encounter with the old man and the executive's kind gesture which led him to stay a night at this haunting apartment.

”Oh yeah, I forgot. I was the one who brought myself here…well, at least it's not that horror, and... I have to admit that I kinda of feel fresh after sleeping here.

It's surprisingly better than Havenwood estate,” Greg thought, stretching, before deciding to wake up and begin his usual morning routine.

+++

In the apartment's bathroom

Greg's footsteps were hushed against the creaky floor as he made his way to the bathroom. The prospect of a refreshing start to the day awaited him in the form of the shower.

But as Greg turned the knob, expecting a rush of
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