Alaric
"Do you have any CCTV footage from the times I came here a few weeks ago?" I asked suddenly.
The two security guards exchanged uneasy looks immediately.
For a few seconds, neither of them answered me.
The older guard finally sighed softly before nodding once.
"We should still have the recordings," he admitted carefully.
My heartbeat immediately quickened. "I want to see them." I had to because whatever was happening had to be fake because there was no way Harold wasn't with me all those times.
The younger guard looked uncertain now. His eyes briefly shifted toward the older man again like he was silently asking whether this was a good idea.
The older guard hesitated for a moment before eventually stepping aside from the gates.
"Come with us, sir."
I swallowed hard before following them inside.
The moment I stepped past the entrance, another strange wave of familiarity washed over me unexpectedly.
