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If you are sensitive to these themes, it is recommended that you stop reading this story.
They cross a small dirt path that divides the residence from the pasture where the field begins.
Upon reaching one of the doors, they notice a simple facade.
The man opens the door and invites them to wait in the small living room.
The officer enters, and the man closes the door behind him.
Inside the room is a small desk, next to it a filing cabinet and a shelf containing a few worn books and a couple of small flowerpots.
Near the entrance to the living room is a two-seater armchair, a small coffee table, and a clear pitcher of water covered with an upside-down glass.
After 5 minutes, no one has come to meet her.
The agent begins to snoop around, approaches the bookcase, then turns his gaze to the filing cabinet, pulls out one of the drawers and finds it stuck.
He tries all the drawers, and the lock is engaged.
All he has to do is take a look at the books.
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the desk only has one drawer.
He quickly tries to open it; it's locked.
It's not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just that it's strange that, in such a modest company, they keep everything under lock and key.
The titles of the books have nothing to do with a greenhouse.
Some speak of the power of blood, pacts with demons, hierarchies in the dark mandate, the legacy of ancient knowledge, the holy death, the Bible... a singularly dark book.
She touches it; the hard cover looks like leather.
She's intrigued by the pores of the skin. Does it look... human?