(Kira's POV)
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The familiarity was still gnawing persistently at my insides, and I was having trouble keeping it within me.
And what made it worse, this wasn't the general kind of familiarity—the kind that comes from déjà vu or memory. This was more… intentional. The entire structure felt like it was done on purpose. Like someone had built this place from a blueprint meant to trigger something. Like it had been designed not just for comfort, but for effect.
Was this the reason it was so familiar? Simply because I had been seeing the same building over and over since I got into the estate? How the hell did the residents here cope with such a neighborhood?
I took another slow turn, following the instructions to the letter. The road straightened. The screen blinked again.
Destination: 300 feet ahead.
