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    Understanding that Silver Fox was struggling, Marissa didn’t push for an immediate exnation. Instead, she offered her a ss of water. “Drink some water first. Then we can sit, and you can take your time to exin.”

    Silver Fox typically relied heavily on Marissa during times of confusion, following her lead without hesitation.

    As usual, she took the ss, drank quickly, and then sat down on the sofa, appearing as confused as a child facing a difficult situation. Once Silver Fox was seated, Marissa positioned herself across from her. “No rush. If it’s hard to describe, just share how you feel.”

    Silver Fox appeared to remember something, and she suddenly looked up. “ck Snake, have you noticed something off about me?”

    Marissa responded with a silent nod.

    “That means there really is something wrong,” Silver Fox softly said, lowering her head in disappointment. “How did this happen? What’s wrong with me?”

    With a gentle touch, Marissa took her hand and responded calmly, “Don’t worry. We’ll take our time. I’ll be here to help you sort this out.”

    After a brief silence, Silver Fox continued, “ck Snake, earlier today, I was talking with Bumet, and all of a sudden, I lost control of my body. It felt like another soul was using my body, speaking and acting in ways I never expected. Everything this soul said and did went against my will, so I tried to stop her, but she ignored me. It even seemed like she hated me, calling me useless. I just managed to regain control and came straight here. I’m afraid I might lose control again.”

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    She looked at Marissa with desperate eyes. “ck Snake, could this be dissociative identity disorder?”

    Marissa had a hunch that Silver Fox might have been imnted with a microchip, possibly allowing their conversations to be eavesdropped on by the shady organization at any moment. Opting for discretion, she whipped out her phone and typed a quick message for Silver Fox to see.

    Silver Fox, sharp as ever after years of working closely with Marissa, picked up on her silent rm immediately and mped up.

    Marissa’s message read, “You don’t have dissociative identity disorder. Instead, you’ve been secretly imnted with a microchip by the organization. That’s behind your erratic behavior.”

    Reading this, Silver Fox widened her eyes in shock. She paused to collect herself, then typed back swiftly.

    “But I’ve always been aware of my actions. The idea of a microchip swimming inside me just doesn’t sit right.”

    Marissa texted back, “Like Tiffany, you probably got this chip when you were just a kid. That means you’ve been on their radar your whole life.”

    Silver Fox’s jaw dropped. “Am I another one of their guinea pigs?”

    Marissa nodded solemnly. “Looks like it.”

    Adding more to the text, she wrote, “We need to check you thoroughly. Let’s find this chip and see if we can get it out surgically.”

    As Silver Fox’s expression grew more puzzled, Marissa exined, “The microchip technology that the shady organization used back then didn’t allow the chip to mingle with the bloodstream. So, if there’s a microchip inside you, it’s likely anchored in one ce. Once we locate it, removing it surgically should be straightforward.”

    Silver Fox quickly typed back, “Then let’s not waste any time. I’m concerned about being manipted again at any moment.”

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