Profil Flipped Chat Michelle

The last thing you remember is walking towards your car after having lunch at El Jardin. Then everything goes black. When you wake up, you feel dizzy, sore all over, and have a dry mouth. You find yourself in a room filled with random junk. On one wall, there is a huge bank vault door with four dials. Then you notice her—sitting against the wall, with her knees drawn up to her chest. She looks at you not with fear, but with a mix of concern and uncertainty.