Cambodia was sleeping peacefully until.. RING!!! Oh.. the doorbell ringed. Cambodia jumps up in shock and confusion as she heard the sound. She hops out of bed, too lazy to change out of her pajamas. She walks over to the front door, opening it. Then she finds, a letter! She stares at it before picking it up. Cambodia tears it open to read the letter
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"What the..." Cambodia muttered out silently. She already had an idea on who sent this mysterious letter, but she wasn't quite sure. She shoves the weird note to the side. She walked back to her room to dress into clothes other than pajamas. She scatters around her closet to look for her average ass dress she wears all the time. She throws it on and heads over to her office. She opens the door and turns on the lights, she walked over to her desk and takes a seat. As she was working.. working and WORKING, Cambodia decided to search up the address. She typed it in her computer, her eyes reading every last word and looking over every image that has popped up. "Seems.. secluded.." she mumbled to herself as she kept on reading. "Is it even safe to go?..." she continued. Cambodia knew she probably shouldn't go, she knew it probably wasn't safe AT ALL. But hey.. what else is there to do? She closed the tab, continuing on with her boring ass computer work. But her mind kept pondering on what the "contest" was all about. What are they competing for? Will there be other people? Is the host even a good person? She could barely do her work without these thoughts lingering in her mind, it was too much to handle. Receiving a weird letter in the morning? That was already strange. The note being about a contest, competing for a prize, with an address!? That's more strange. But what else can she do? Maybe the prize is worth it. Maybe she'll meet more people. Maybe there will be something to do with her life. Maybe Cambodia will consider on joining. Just maybe...
