The Guard and the Prisoner  

I tried to ignore the feeling but I eventually gave in, and took a sharp turn, heading towards the secrets I hoped I would find. I moved quietly down the corridor, my bare feet silent against the marble. When I reached the end of the hallway, I came face to face with his office door. Now or never. I thought to myself. Through the keyhole, I could see the laptop light was still on and curiosity won. I pushed the door open and headed straight for his desk. There were papers scattered like maps, handwritten letters with logos I didn't recognize, and one black notebook. Curiosity tugged at me again and I picked it up and opened it. At first, I didn't understand what I was looking at, it contained lists of names, numbers, coded phrases. Then I saw mine. ARYA. Arrival: Unplanned. Status: Unstable. Observation: Unpredictable, but USEFUL. My blood ran cold. Useful for what? Before I could flip another page, a shadow moved across the wall behind me. "Curiosity," Giovanni's v