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As it turns out, the people who helped me with my new identity in this
mystery city are a married couple, and they have a daughter. According to
them, she’s very irresponsible and hard to deal with. That’s not what I
experienced when I met her, and I didn’t get the feeling that she was just
manipulating me. My first thought was that the parents haven’t been giving
her much attention, because they’re so busy making IDs. As a result, she
doesn’t do the chores, because where they live is more her house than
theirs, and she doesn’t personally care about that stuff. They basically
want to come home to everything being done after spending a string of days
in the city away from her. They hired forced me to
supervise her, which I did, even though I really didn’t want to. I made sure
that she mowed the lawn, completed the laundry cycle, vacuumed the carpet,
mopped the hard floors, and made dinner. The daughter didn’t even push back.
She just rolled her eyes, and completed the tasks. I helped her out, because
I felt like it was too much for one person, and it felt really weird just
standing there, barking orders at her. A lot of it involved things that I do
for my real job, and I get enough of that stuff there, so I wasn’t ecstatic
about the extra work. Here’s the first issue, and it pales in comparison to
the real problem, but I’ll get to that in a minute. The first thing is that
they were so pleased with my work that they now want it to be a regular
thing. So after my eight-hour shift as a janitor, I have to drive out to the
outskirts to this new second job? I’m going to be exhausted every day, and
annoyed about the whole thing. But I could deal with that. When I was
waiting for Cricket and Claire to find me in Moderaverse, I spent twenty
years without much of anything to do. So I’ve had it pretty good, working a
little harder now isn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.
No, the real problem is that this girl isn’t even their daughter.
The first clients that they had in this business were reportedly themselves.
They’re cagey about how they got started, which is understandable, but my
guess is that they used to work for the DMV, or social security, or
something else along those lines. You don’t just jump into this kind of
thing without having any frame of reference for what people might be looking
for. I don’t think they lived around here for their original lives. After
they came this way, their second client was a couple who were trying to
escape the law for whatever reason. They needed IDs for themselves, and
their very young daughter. At some point, the ID makers came to find out
that she wasn’t their daughter either. They had kidnapped her, and
instead of contacting the authorities, the ID makers just essentially
kidnapped her for themselves. For years, the girl didn’t know where she
originally came from, and she still doesn’t have any details. After years of
school counseling, and mostly introspection, she figured a few things out,
and made some memories resurface. All she knows now is that the parents who
she has been living with aren’t her real parents, and nor were the people
they took her from. She has not yet tried to get out of this situation, or
find out where she came from, but it’s made her less interested in doing
these chores, or anything for these people, really. Now I’m in a real
pickle. I obviously have to save her, but doing so puts my own freedom at
risk. I suppose I’ve already decided to intervene, no matter what ends up
happening to me. The two of them have never expressed interest in reading my
blog before, but they definitely know about it, so there’s a chance that
they’ll read this after it automatically posts later tonight. I’ll have to
figure out what to do by then, and put a plan into action. I’ll let you know
how that goes, unless I die, like I said before. But just know, whatever the
supposed cause of death, it was murder.
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