Diane’s P.O.V.

Glancing over my bedside table, I grabbed my cellular phone to look at the time. It was already six in the evening. I set aside my thoughts because I had to go to work. My duty was every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday, from eight to ten in the evening. Today was Saturday. The two-hour duty plus the time I spent commuting were nothing compared to what I could earn for these hours.

My head still hurts because we spent the night at the house of my classmate and friend, Karen, to do our thesis. We were three in the group, and the other one was Lorenz. It...