Missax.21.09.13.charlotte.stokely.helena.locke....

"So, Helena, I've been going over the files," Charlotte began, her voice firm but laced with a hint of curiosity. "MissaX.21.09.13. What does it mean to you?"

The dimly lit room was filled with the soft hum of machinery, a constant heartbeat in the background of their conversation. Charlotte Stokely sat across from Helena Locke, the air between them thick with unspoken words. MissaX.21.09.13.Charlotte.Stokely.Helena.Locke....

The room seemed to grow smaller, the shadows cast by the flickering fluorescent lights dancing on the walls like restless spirits. "So, Helena, I've been going over the files,"