Chapter 12
Author: Adewale
last update2026-10-12 23:11:28

Mark stood in front of his closet, staring at the empty hook where his black suit usually hung.

It wasn't there.

He checked his phone. 14:47 PM. The System's timer showed 1 hours, 13 minutes remaining. Plenty of time. Except his suit was gone.

He texted Angela: "Where's my suit?"

Her reply came fast: "Dry cleaner. You dropped it off yesterday. Remember? You spilled coffee on the sleeve."

He did remember. Vaguely. A moment of clumsiness he'd forgotten about.

"When will it be ready?"

"I can call
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