"Marion?" Debra rubbed her sleepy eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was already 12:30. The incident last night had drained her energy, causing her to sleep in.

She pushed open the bedroom door and walked out. Downstairs, Marion was cooking in the kitchen.

The others still seemed to be asleep. Debra spoke up. "Your injury hasn't healed yet, and you're already rushing to make me lunch?"

Marion came out holding a pot. "Go rest a little longer. The other dish will be ready soon."

Debra came down the stairs and flopped into his arms. Her exhaustion instantly melted away.

"I'm so tired. Get a drumstick for me," she murmured.

"Sure," Marion agreed, patting her head.

of his room, sniffing the

Feeling awkward, he looked up at the ceiling and whistled, "Uh, I'm

Houston, let me take care of the kitchen," said Ivan, who had been quietly

Marion refused without

then turned softer as he told Debra, "Wait on the sofa. Lunch will be ready

Debra nodded, glancing

diligently focused on his cleaning. It looked like he didn't know

began to doubt

from other teenagers. It was hard to tell if if he was one

all or just an

looking haggard

approached Debra and said, "Mrs. Houston, we didn't find the three missing

"What about Frederic?"

"Who?"

person who

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