Pandoras box

Both Alyssa and I lay exhausted in the bed. She had fallen fast asleep, clearly very tired after our rough passionate sex. Her face and hair was still coated in my sperm, but I decided to leave her alone because she deserved some rest after such a satisfying sex.

Waking her up just to tell her to bathe seemed rather petty. Besides, her natural scent, even with the sweat, was still pleasant to the nose, so it wasn't really an inconvenience for me.

I also planned to sleep and rest. However, I couldn't shake the word "Whisperer" from my mind. It kept haunting me, refusing to let me sleep. So, I reluctantly got up from the bed and made my way to the computer desk. This computer now belonged to me since my uncle had passed away.

I turned on the PC and entered the password. Then, I opened the computer's search bar, not the browser, and typed "Whisperer." Unfortunately, no files or relevant data came up.