Hours ago, Alina’s arm woke her up by slapping her in the face. She’s finally getting close to some answers.
Just another homicide for a homicide detective. Nothing special…
Alina doesn’t know what the cops want and she doesn’t much care. She only knows to keep very, very quiet.
lina still doesn’t know who is controlling her arm, why the authorities are after her, or where she’s going. What she does know is she’d rather run through the city than meet the cops face to face.
It only goes to prove the old adage: don’t get an arm mod or it might punch you in the face.
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