Every time I tried to stay focused, something was bound to come up and distract me. I reminded myself I had only one goal, to leave this place forever and never come back.

And to do that, I had to stop making these people my problem, because what exactly was I going to do about their god-damned mole?

I'd already tried the library earlier with no luck, but it looked like I had to try again. There had to be something there about a way out of here.

I took the familiar path to the dusty library ...