Olivia frowned. As much as she would love to think they could manage on their own, she was practical. They knew next to nothing about the outside world. They'd been with their captor for as long as she could remember, really. And she didn't know much about herself - what he'd done to her, what he'd done to Audrey. It was going to be tricky.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Olivia sat up straight. The scent had just hit her, even through a door and down long hallways.
"Not human something else," she frowned.
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