**ROYCE'S POINT OF VIEW**

"Soooooooo..... are you trying to say that..... the man we've been talking about could possibly be Mr. Donovan?" I inquired, my voice tinged with confusion and trepidation. As I spoke, she shook her head vehemently, letting out an audible sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world.

“It can't possibly be him, Royce,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly, an undercurrent of dread evident in her tone.

“He was at home, waiting for me... and honestly, there’s absolutely no way it could be him. I mean, can you imagine him instructing me to take some bizarre drugs and give it to himself? That's just...