"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Tory."

"Nice meeting you. I'm Skylar. This is Larissa," I gesture towards my friend.

"Hi."

"So, what's it been like?" Larissa asks her.

"A part of my life just blacked out." Tory says as she brushes back her newly black hair. "I'm scared he'll figure out that I survived, but at the same time, I have no proof that anything happened."

"You don't remember anything?" I ask.

"Just waking up in an abandoned building in Potrero. Before that, the last thing I remember was leaving here, after work earlier that day. I was missing for three days."

I'm mystified. What kind of drug could cause someone to block out all that tim...

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