View the Flash Drive

As I head back to the motel room, I can't help but feel an overwhelming mix of emotions. I'm shaken from the events of the day, but at the same time, there's a sense of urgency and anticipation. I know that the contents of the flash drive could hold the key to everything, and I'm eager to find out what it holds.

My ribs feel bruised, but no longer feel broken. I am already knitting back together. My Succubi heritage gifts me with greater strength and durability than normal humans, and faster healing, though I'm far from invulnerable. I don't really want to test those limits if I can help it.If I can get a good night's sleep, I'll only be sore when I wake up tomorrow.

I make my way to my room, still limping, the key clicking as I open the door. Inside, I make a beeline for the desk. My ribs ache as I sit and plug the flash drive into my laptop. The screen flashes to life, and I can't help but take a deep breath before clicking on the file. A series of images, documents, and videos flash across the screen, my eyes darting back and forth to take everything in.

The information is overwhelming, a treasure trove of evidence and clues. I'll need to sort through it all, but the satisfaction of finally having answers is intoxicating. The drive seems to have a PDF of a news article and five folders profiling individuals here in town; Professor Elizabeth Baxter, Doctor Ava Morgan, Trent Walker, Sophia Delacroix and Doctor Catherine Bennet.