Jack's POV
The hallway swallowed me whole.
By the time I reached my room, my ribs were a cage of static electricity and my claws were pricking my palms, begging to be let out.
It's hard being here... everything I saw brought back memories of Lala.
Every bloody little thing.
The shower was already running, steam fogging the mirrors.
I started to strip then climbed into shower.
And all I thought of was her.
After Lala vanished, I built KinneyTech from a dorm-room coding project into a billion-dollar empire. Not for the money. Not for the power. Because if I could code a system that tracked every face on every camera in the world, maybe I'd find hers.
Spoiler: I didn't.
But hey, now the CIA pays me to stalk politicians. Silver linings, I guess.
