{Ah! Nearly finished! But... wow. This story has traveled with me far and wide for at least the last year and it won't ever leave me, even after I complete this. I just can't believe that I'm about to finish my first full story EVER. This is so totally exciting for me! Thank you for sticking with me and Clara for the entire story!}

There were grates that let lights come in from the rooms and I peeked into one. I saw a big bed, a desk off in the corner, and the light was on. But there was nobody in there.

I recognized the desk in the corner. It's the one that I had snuck into earlier in order to find a notebook that would tell me what Chen truly wanted so that I could convince him to go on this entire endeavor with me.

I wanted to get back into that room, that desk, and find out more information.

"Clara, what are you thinking right now?"

"Zane, I need to sneak into this room," I murmur under my breath, "I need to see if there's any more information that I can find in order to get out of here, saving everyone."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Zane replies.

But it was too late.

I had already removed the grate and was climbing through.

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I reached the desk and pulled open the drawer I knew he kept his private things. But he never went through them anymore, seeing as he hasn't written in the notebook since his wife died fifteen years ago.

I grab the notebook on top, and am about to close the drawer again when I see a page of paper. The title captures my interest.

Chen Family Tree.

I grab it, sticking it into the notebook before heading back to the grate and the dark, gloomy tunnels that awaited me.

~-~

By the light of the room, I read the neat handwriting on the family tree first.

I come across a name that makes me gasp.

Chen and his wife had four kids including Skylor.

Colton James.

Anya Elizabeth.

Trenton Wade.

Cole stirs and looks at me, curious.

"What is it, Clara?"

"What's your full name?"

"Colton."

"Colton James?"

"Yeah..."

I point at the name on the family tree.

Our eyes meet and his mouth drops.

"Trenton... that's the guy that's been around. With the black hair and the purple eyes and streak in his hair?"

"Yeah."

He looks me over once again and says something unintelligible.

"What?"

"I said, 'that means I'm going to have to fight harder for you, then.'"