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“What should we do now?" You asked Atlas.

Atlas took out his phone. “I’m going to call John.”

The pounding stopped. You and Atlas looked at each other. Slowly opening the bedroom door, you and Atlas gingerly walked towards the main door.

“He’s gone,” Atlas said, peeking at the peephole. “He left something.”

Atlas opened the door slowly. You held your breath as Atlas pulled whatever the man had left at the doorstep. It was a box. Atlas shut the door and sat on the floor.

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“What’s your guess?" He asked, his breathing heavy.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe a human’s heart or something. Just open it, Atlas.”

Atlas basically tore the box open. You can tell he was pretty nervous. Inside, there were a bunch of old and ragged clothes for a little boy. There’s also a wooden horse toy and a small notebook. When Atlas opened the notebook, the pages slid off. Almost all the pages were unreadable and damaged.

“What is this trash? Did he just dump his trash at our station? What the fuck?" Atlas muttered, kicking the box away from the doorway.

The box tumbled across the floor and landed on its side. Another notebook slipped out of the box. You picked it up and read, “List of Patients in Helios Town.”

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