"𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒹 ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽"

"Oh, my- Stiles, just go!" Ophelia hisses in frustration, giving the boy a gentle shove for encouragement.

"But we-"

"When has being told 'no' ever stopped you from doing anything?"

His eyes squint as he briefly ponders over the question. "Good point."

As predicted, the two had been declined to see Danny; something about how they aren't 'family.' It's one of the days that both teenagers dislike Melissa McCall a little more than usual because she isn't currently working in the emergency department (they'd been told she's on her break). Usually, the nurse would happily give them a key card and shove them down the hall, trying to keep them out the way of curious eyes. Today, Ophelia was left in charge to sneak them into the room. Which is proving to be extremely difficult. Not only is Danny asleep, but of course the door to the room has to creak. She watches painfully as Stiles slowly opens it, the speed he is moving at making the noise much louder than either would like. He winces at a particularly eerie squeak, and Ophelia groans, moving forward to quickly open the door, grab his arm to pull them into the room, then swiftly shut it behind.

"Yeah, good plan," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck. The second he spots Danny's backpack on the floor, he makes a beeline over to it, leaving his friend to be the eyes to inform him if Danny was to stir awake at the intruders.

Ophelia just about yells in alarm when the boy shakes Danny's shoulder, testing to see if he would wake up. "What the hell are you doing? He's asleep!"

He gestures a hand to the teenager laying on the hospital bed and raises his eyebrows pointedly. "Yeah, see? Still asleep. Not awake. Danny," Stiles whispers, slapping the unresponsive boy's cheek. "Danny?"

When the male in question stirs, Stiles jumps away from the bed like he had been burned by a scorching flame. Ophelia rolls her eyes at him. "What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Bag, Stiles. Now." She's a little surprised Danny hasn't woken up yet. Then again, he's most likely heavily sedated with a tonne of medication.

"Yeah, sorry. Just testing the waters." He reaches out to poke Danny's cheek again, but his hand freezes mid-air when he hears a low growl. 

"Stiles."

"Yep, doing it.

Ophelia's eyes flick between both boys as she watches Stiles try to quietly unzip the black bag to get access to Danny's school work. Currently, their theory is that Danny had become a target for the Darach because he had done something to piss the dark Druid off. The 'something' is why they have resorted in rummaging through his bag, definitely not stealing anything, just temporarily borrowing whatever they may find. Her eyes widen as she spots Danny stir once more, and she waves her hands wildly to grab Stiles' attention. She closes her eyes in defeat when he doesn't spot her.

"What are you doing?" Danny murmurs weakly.

"We're not doing anything," she reassures him sweetly, waving a hand frantically for Stiles to hurry up. Their window of time is closing, fast. "You're just dreaming, nothing to worry about."

With his eyes still closed, Danny's brows knit together at the familiar voice and how he can hear papers being shuffled beside him. "Why are you going through my stuff?"

Stiles' eyes dart over to him, and he slowly nods. "Right, but only in the dream, remember? Dream. You're dreaming." He makes a face at Ophelia as she continues to wave her hands and mouth orders at him to move faster. This is taking far too long.

"Why would I dream about you guys going through my stuff?"

The Stilinski's head snaps back up from the bag to show his scowl. "I don't know, Danny, okay? It's your dream. Take responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep."

Ophelia bites onto the inside of her cheek to avoid chuckling at Stiles' sudden burst of aggression. She relaxes slightly when Danny shifts in the bed and finally settles as he goes back to sleep, so she takes the opportunity to help her friend. Two is better than one, after all. "Got anything?"

His head shakes at her hushed whisper, halving the stack of papers in his hand and giving them to her to help. "Nothing," he mutters back. A few seconds later, his eyes widen, and Ophelia stops her own searching to glance over to him expectantly. "Oh, Danny-boy, you might have actually found something here..."

The walk back to the car includes Stiles quickly explaining what Danny's assignment Harris had been about, and how had marked the assessment with a D. In conclusion, he isn't sure how it connects to the Darach as of yet, but Ophelia gathers that he suspects Harris is somehow involved, because so does she. Their conversation is interrupted when Ophelia's phone begins to ring from her pocket. She gives her friend an apologetic smile for how loud it is and places the call onto speakerphone. "Scotty, what's up?"

"I'm just leaving Allison's now. Guys, her dad... He had a map, there were markings on it, and we think it's possible he knows where the rest of the sacrifices are going to be taken place."

The pair share a look once Scott finishes rambling, and it doesn't take long for her to pick up on the anxiety that is beginning to reek off Stiles. "Shit," she says. "Okay, so what, we just go look at each spot?"

"We can't," Scott informs her hurriedly. "There's six locations, but they're all over town. I don't know how we can get to all of them fast enough, and Fi, I don't think you could either."

Stiles clears his throat, and he holds up the paper to remind Ophelia what they had just found out. "Well, we might not have to. Danny was actually doing a project on something for Mr Harris' physics class, and I think it means something."

"What project?"

Ophelia scrunches up her nose at the paper. "Telluric currents or something like that. Makes absolutely zero sense, and I don't remember being told to learn about it."

"Wait, wait. Did you say 'currents'?"

Stiles nods, and his eyes narrow at the phone held in front of him. "She did."

Her face falls in understanding as she thinks back to the school where Scott had informed them of how he had run into one of their many enemies. "Oh, is this about your cat-fight with Deucalion?"

"Yeah... Meet me at the clinic."

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Ophelia drags a nearby stool over to the examination table where the remaining group of her friends is crowded around, each curiously looking at Danny's assignment placed front and centre in the middle. She rests her chin on her palms and leans her elbows on the metal surface. She smacks her lips impatiently. "Let's get on with it, then."

"Yeah, so, what does this kid's homework have to do with finding Deaton?" Cora asks, her head slightly tilted to the side.

Stiles sighs. "Because it's not just homework, okay? It's a project on geomagnetic fields. They flow through the earth. They can even be affected by lunar phases, all right?"

Ophelia blinks slowly as she stares at him, only smiling when he rolls his eyes at her. "What?"

"Did you listen to anything I just said?"

"Oh, I stopped listening after you said homework," she replies blankly. Aside from Stiles, everyone else in the room quietly chuckles.

"God," he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He takes a deep breath and begins flipping through a few of the papers until he gets to the teacher's note in the top hand corner written in a bright red marker. "Look at this, it's a note from Harris on Danny's proposal."

"'I strongly advise you to choose another subject. The ideas here, while innovative and thoughtful, border on pseudo-science. Not suitable for class,'" Lydia reads aloud.

Ophelia cracks her neck side to side, ignoring the looks of disgust she receives from the boys. "So, what? Harris knew about the Darach or something, Danny accidentally stumbled upon the currents, then Harris goes, 'Oh, shit!' and suddenly dies?"

Stiles slowly nods in agreement with her theory. "Something like that."

"He wasn't just a sacrifice," Scott adds with wide eyes. "He was a target."

Unfolding another piece of paper from within the assignment, Stiles looks over to the werewolf as he says, "Allison's dad wasn't the only one with a map, all right? Danny had one, too."

The hybrid's lips purse as she listens to her friend go on about his theories. Of course, having Harris dead wouldn't be a bad thing. It would be an extremely good thing. Although she can't help but wonder... if Harris, their chemistry teacher, possibly had had a connection to the Darach, how unlikely would it be for another one of their teachers at the school to be behind the entire thing?

"Danny marked all the telluric currents, okay?" Stiles smooths out the map on the table, which just like he had said, has various coloured lines on it that represent the currents throughout Beacon Hills. "Now, the weird thing about Beacon Hills is that it actually is a Beacon. You wouldn't believe how much energy flowing through the Earth is around this town."

"I mean, it's literally in the name, so that makes sense," Ophelia says with a chuckle. Her smile promptly drops. "Hold on, what's a telluric current again?"

Stiles places his hand on his forehead and sighs. "Fuck me."

"Fi, how often do you pay attention in science?" Scott questions in amusement, but he already knows what her answer will be.

"Never," the girl responds as soon as the last word leaves his lips. She cracks a grin at the very unamused look she is getting from Lydia. "Oh, hush. I'm doing fine, aren't I? But seriously, what's a telluric current?"

"It's an electrical current that flows under the ground or in large bodies of water that are close to the Earth's surface, and they're basically created by the different changes in Earth's magnetic field that are-"

"Lyds," she cuts the strawberry blonde off with narrowed eyes. "In English please. Bloody hell... That was your English version, wasn't it?"

Before the two girls can break out into a harmless, petty argument, Scott's eyes widen, and he quickly draws the attention back over to the map. "Look, they match!" He shuffles Argent's blue map around, using the markings on it to copy on to Danny's map by circling two points. "All right, there's three places, right? Where they're kidnapped, and then the place where their body was found."

"Wait, that's right on a telluric current," Lydia points out, leaning slightly over the table to point on the map where one of Scott's markings is.

Ophelia's eyebrows furrow. "What, you think he's somewhere in between the two? It's a long shot."

"Lemme see that," Stiles murmurs, taking the pen out of Scott's hand. "You said there's six more bodies to be found." The boy places a cross in the middle of Scott's circle on the animal clinic. "Deaton's one of them. I think Fi's right, gotta be somewhere in between."

Suddenly, Cora's hand darts out to enclose around Stiles' fist, stopping him from moving any further along the paper. "Stop," she speaks quietly. The werewolf moves his hand, pen still in between his fingers, further down the map where two telluric currents meet: the orange and blue. She stops at Beacon Hills First National Bank. "He's in the vault. He's in the same vault."

Ophelia's jaw falls slack as she stares at the girl in shock. "Hold on. How the fuck did you just figure that out? Like, are you one-hundred percent sure, because this is Deaton's life we're talking about, Cora. It's not 'Guess Who' with landmarks."

The youngest Hale's eyes narrow as she matches the stare. "He's there. I know it." Ever since Ophelia had threatened Cora, the two's friendship definitely had taken a turn.

"All right, well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm not too keen on going off-" Ophelia huffs a sigh in defeat, trailing off as the group pack up their belongings and make their way toward the door. "Guess we're sticking with the vault." She follows behind Scott, only to spin around when realising the remaining two girls are lingering behind.

"Lydia, we don't have time," Scott presses urgently.

"It's Boyd," Cora calls out, her eyes lifting from her phone to glance around. "The plan didn't work. They cut the power."

"Wait, what plan?" Ophelia queries in confusion. She has no idea what the girl is talking about, nor why she hadn't been previously informed of it. "Someone fill me in. Now."

"In the car," Stiles reassures her quickly.

"It's just like he said..." Scott mumbles, his eyes wide with surprise as he is thinking about something no one else is aware of. Before anyone can question what he is talking about, he snaps out of his daze with a determination shining in his eyes. "Go. I can save Deaton myself."

"No, I'm coming with you," the blonde firmly states.

"The fuck?" Stiles exclaims in protest. "Guys, what about us? Fi, we need you."

Ophelia clenches her jaw as she holds a mental battle with herself. Whatever is going on with Boyd she can only assume includes the Alpha Pack, which means that Derek and Isaac are no doubt also involved. Knowing them, they won't be able to do shit, especially based on how the last fight turned out. She lifts her head to meet Stiles' wide eyes and nods. "Yeah, okay, I'll meet you in the car." She jerks her head to the side to Scott and walks over to a cabinet to take out an empty glass vial.

Sensing her reluctance to let him go off on his own, Scott tries his best to reassure his friend. "It's the right choice. They need your help; I'll manage with Deaton. We can save both of them."

"I know you will," Ophelia responds with a small smile, although it doesn't reach her eyes. She's trying to convince herself as much as she is Scott. Quickly, she bites into her wrist and holds the puncture wounds over the vial, letting the container fill up with a few millilitres of her blood. After wiping the now healed skin on her jeans, she screws the lid onto the jar and hands it over to the werewolf. "A backup," she tells him.

Scott smiles at her. "Good luck." As they both walk out of the clinic and as she heads toward the waiting blue Jeep, he adds, "Try not to die!"

She chuckles and glances over her shoulder. "You too, wolf-boy."

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The short car ride to Derek's loft is mostly filled with Cora explaining to the three about how her brother and his Betas had been preparing for the Alpha pack's incoming attack throughout the day. She had mentioned how Boyd told her that they were going to flood the loft with water, then set up electrical wires so that when Deucalion's Alphas would step foot in the liquid they would be electrified. In Ophelia's opinion, it's the smartest thing Derek has ever come up with. Maybe it's so good because it was Boyd who had been the one to think of the idea in the first place, but she doesn't know that. But based on the new information that the power has been cut, she's fairly certain that at least one of the three werewolves would be injured in battle, or in the worst-case scenario, one of them would deal a more fatal blow. Based on Derek's track records in physical fights... His chances against an entire pack of Alphas? Not looking too good. Especially if it's already kicked off by the time they arrive.

Despite the clear red light that is only getting closer and closer due to the speed Stiles is driving at, the boy flies straight through the intersection. The car stays silent. They don't need to question it. "Okay, the plan is Lydia, Cora, and I go to the electrical room and figure out how the hell to turn everything back on to fry the dogs upstairs, and Fi, you go and make sure no one on the good side dies. Capiche?"

"Aye, aye, captain!" Ophelia calls out with a salute. She grins at the roll of Lydia's eyes from beside her, but the girl's lips are lifting into a smile. "The goal is to get out of this shit-show alive. No one's dying, not on my watch."

As soon as the vehicle screeches to a stop, she can already hear distant feminine screams from the top of the industrial building. To her though, they aren't distant. They are crystal clear. Another scream, followed by a loud roar. Lydia, Stiles, and Cora don't bother to try and stop her as they watch Ophelia jump out the Jeep and become a blur as she disappears from their eyesight, leaving only a loud slam of the entry door as she slips inside the apartment complex.

Four seconds. It takes Ophelia Stone four seconds to get to the penthouse. She is quickly greeted by the two familiar figures of the twins tightly holding onto a female struggling in their grips. She barely registers that the woman is Jennifer Blake (her fucking English teacher) as she rushes down the stairs and splashes into the water to get to Derek being tackled by Kali.

"No, wait!" Isaac yells out to his friend from a wooden platform, himself and Boyd staying dry as they wait for one of the three downstairs to inform them that the power has been turned back on. The Hale pack are mostly worried because minutes earlier Kali had threatened to let the twins rip Jennifer apart if there was to be any interferences. They're also worried because they don't want to see Ophelia electrified if the power turns back on like they plan it too. Her head snaps over to the two boys and her response is to glow her glowing, the dark tendrils of veins trailing down her flushed cheeks. Sure, getting electrocuted would hurt for a few seconds, but she wouldn't die.

Suddenly aware of the new presence, Kali's eyes meet the threatening figure of the hybrid staring at her, the girl's lips bared in a snarl. "Oh, you called in some back-up," she taunts to Derek. She tightly holds his arms behind his back as he is on his knees and leans down to his level to whisper into his ear, "Kinda pathetic you need a teenager to help you out." She lifts her head up to lock eyes with the twins. "I guess she'll have to die."

Ophelia follows the woman's gaze and tilts her head at the siblings. As much as she doesn't like Jennifer, she can see and smell the fear from Derek. Somehow, this woman is important to him. "Thing one and two, you touch the lady, I rip your hearts out faster than you can say 'oh, shit.'"

Isaac and Boyd share a look, both smirking slightly as they are the ones able to see the twins blanch at her threat. Much to Kali's displeasure, their grips on the woman loosen.

"Man, I can't wait to kill you," the Stone says with a sigh. Kali drops Derek, letting his body to collapse into the water, and leaves Isaac to make a split-second decision to run over and drag the bloodied werewolf back to the dry wooden platforms. "FYI, I don't appreciate you trying to kill Derek again. I mean really, it just seems like you're obsessed with him. It kinda makes you look just a tad psychotic, actually."

The two female Alphas stare each other down, only a few metres separating them from tearing each other to shreds. Kali arches a single brow. "Go on, then. This will be fun."

Ophelia licks her lips. "For me. Not for you, sweetheart."

By the time Kali realises that the girl is no longer standing where she was a milli-second before, a loud scream escapes her lips as she feels the sharp sensation of sharp fangs piercing into her neck. With her claws out, she deeply digs them into Ophelia's arms to loosen the tight grips on her hips keeping her from escaping. Large wounds are drawn down the teenager's forearms, and her eyes flash with a pain that briefly frightens her friends watching. Despite knowing the cuts are healing by the second, in a twisted way, Ophelia almost enjoys the feeling of the trauma that her body is experiencing. She almost enjoys the pain. So, as a retaliation, she sinks her teeth deeper into the jugular vein of the werewolf, continuing to take deep gulps of the hot blood as she feels Kali's struggles grow weaker.

The way they are positioned allows Ophelia to see Aiden and Ethan staring in pure horror as their pack mate is slowly having the life drained out of her. It's kind of surprising they haven't moved to help Kali, but maybe it's because they know the hybrid would kill them if they even flinched toward her.

Kali's screams continue to echo through the loft until her attacker's ears begin to ring and she has enough of playing with her food. Isaac, Boyd, and Derek watch with dread as they see her claws unsheathe, and with no warning Ophelia swiftly scrapes a long slice along the front of the woman's throat. A fresh stream of blood splashes down the surrounding tanned skin and reveals the torn flesh of the lethal blow. Even Derek's a little rattled.

It's the first time they've have seen her kill someone up close and in person. And honestly? All three of them question just how well they really know Ophelia based on how emotionless she appears as she slaughters Kali with not a single ounce of hesitation. To them, it seems so unnatural for their friend to be brutally murdering someone when she is usually so protective with them. But that's exactly what she's doing. Protecting them. This is who Ophelia Stone is. Right now, she's protecting Derek and his pack from the threats that are only becoming more dangerous as the weeks go on. Killing is a vampire's nature. Telling a vampire not to kill is like telling a human that they are no longer allowed to breathe. This is who Matt Daehler had seen a glimpse of that night in March, right before he died at the river. It's the true monster hiding behind that facade that is placed up every morning when the girl walks out the front door of her house.

Kali's hands fly straight up to the wound, and her throat begins to close as she gasps for the oxygen that she is suddenly being deprived of. "No!" One of the twins' exclamation of despair is so broken that Ophelia almost feels bad as she licks her lips clean of the scarlet liquid.

Wiping a drop of leftover blood off her chin, she watches Kali stumble, and her lips threaten to lift into a smile when the Alpha's heart finally stops thumping in that cathartic, rhythmic pattern. However, she huffs a sigh in frustration as the impact of Kali's body falling into the water sends droplets spraying all onto her mostly dry t-shirt. "Aw, bastard! Now I'm all wet..."

The almost silent vibration of Isaac's phone confirms what they've been waiting for. Although it's too bad that Stiles, Cora, and Lydia aren't aware that they don't even need the electricity anymore. It's also too bad because Ophelia is still standing right in the middle of the fucking water.

"Shit," she groans once she catches the moment the electricity begins to hum. She doesn't have enough time to run because she's already fallen onto her knees.

The girl bites onto her tongue from the sudden shock, so hard to the point where she tastes the metallic of her own blood. As soon as the sparks stop flying, Boyd rushes down to grab her hand to help her stand up, the boy receiving an appreciative, weak smile. "Thanks," she gets out as she grips tightly onto his hand.

Even though he hadn't engaged in any part of the fight, she still has the habit of checking his body over for any injuries. "No, thank you," he tells her softly. This might not have the been the outcome they had been expecting, but he's also not as naïve as Scott to think that they could have possibly gotten out of the quandary with the pack by not killing any of them. This was the only option they had left. It was going to happen eventually. Ophelia had just sped up the pace a little.

When they look over to the doorway, Ethan and Aiden are long gone, Jennifer Blake is being comforted by an incredibly relieved Isaac, and Derek is slumped up against a nearby wall, breathing heavily as his body slowly heals the multiple cuts and claw scratches torn in his skin. Cora, Lydia, and Stiles finally arrive, sighs of relief leaving each of them when they find that not only is Ophelia standing upright with a smile on her face, but the Hale pack are all breathing and alive.

Everyone's okay.

"Oh, my God, who died?" Stiles shrieks in shock, a shaking finger pointing to the body lying in the middle of the loft. His eyes scan around the room, trying to figure out who is missing.

Ophelia grimaces and wipes a few strands of sweaty hair off her forehead. She sighs as she crouches down in the middle of the water to wash the drying blood off her now healed arms, not noticing the look of concern her friends share with one another. They still aren't used to how quickly her ability to heal works. "Yeah, we had a casualty. It was a much needed one, though; she was pissing me off."

Realising that it must be of the Alphas, Stiles blinks quickly as he stares at his friend with a look of incredulity. "You killed her because she pissed you off?"

"Y-"

"No." Everyone looks over to Derek who has interrupted and finally gained the energy to stand up to walk through the water and over to the girl. "She killed her to save me," he speaks gently.

Ophelia blinks in surprise as the man pulls her into a hug. "Oh," she whispers. But when she gets over the initial shock of receiving an act of physical contact initiated by Derek Hale, she wraps her arms around his torso just as tightly. "It was definitely because she was pissing me off," she retorts quietly.

Derek huffs a small laugh at her stubbornness. Her ego would never admit that it was to save him. The rest of the group observes in disbelief as they convince themselves that they had misheard or even imagined (definitely imagined) that the man had just laughed. To be fair, it was more of an amused huff, but still.

Perhaps Ophelia had underestimated just how attached she would have become to Beacon Hills. More like the people. Because these people? These people aren't her friends. No.

These people are her family.

𝘏𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!!

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘵!

𝘚𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵- 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘥'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 (𝘠𝘈𝘠) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 (𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘺?)

𝘖𝘧𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥.