After returning home from her lessons, Rayne sat down with a plate of fried chicken for lunch, trying to figure out what she wanted to do for the rest of the day.
Recently, one thing had been occupying her thoughts: the possibility of storing a vehicle in her system. It had been a few weeks since she’d started storing objects nonstop, and she felt ready to tackle something as large as a vehicle.
She walked down to her private garage, where her large SUV was parked. She wished she had a smaller sedan to test first, but unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.
"Okay, let me at least kneel in case I pass out from this," she muttered, crouching down in front of the SUV.
Placing her hand on the vehicle, she closed her eyes and focused. Almost immediately, sharp pain hit, followed by tremors and cold sweat. But Rayne stayed determined, pushing through the mental anguish, focusing all her energy on the task.
Every second felt like an eternity until her mind went blank, and everything turned to black.
A few hours later, Rayne opened her eyes to find herself lying on the concrete floor. She slowly looked up, hoping to see her SUV stored in her system, but it was still there, untouched.
"It looks like I failed," she thought, pushing herself up. "At least I had the sense to kneel. I would have bruised myself if I’d fallen normally on this concrete."
Frustration and anger bubbled inside her. After enduring all that pain, she hadn’t been able to store the SUV. However, there was a silver lining—she’d learned something valuable. During the intense focus, she’d felt a familiar, pleasant warmth in her navel. She had felt this sensation before, each time an item was successfully stored, but it had always been so brief that she hadn’t really noticed it.
It was like a small bubble of warmth that burst when the item was stored. This time, she felt it clearly, but the ’bubble’ never burst. She had been so close.
Rayne’s resolve hardened. She was sure that the SUV’s size was just slightly beyond her capacity, but a normal-sized car should be within reach.
Then, an unexpected thought crossed her mind. "What if I go out in the middle of the night and store random smaller cars?"
She chuckled to herself, feeling mischievous. Part of her was excited. She’d never done anything ’bad’ before, and while this wasn’t technically a crime since no cars would actually be missing, it still made her feel like a little thief.
Later that night, Rayne dressed in all black and went out to see if she could try her luck at storing a smaller car.
She walked around the parking lot of her building, but there were too many cameras and streetlights, making it impossible to avoid getting caught. After thinking about where she should go, she hopped in her car and drove to the street where all of the car dealerships were.
Many of the car dealerships had large amounts of cars parked in their lots, and most of them weren’t fenced in. She parked her car along the side of the road and walked down the street to look for the dealership with the least amount of security.
Interestingly, Rayne noticed that the dealerships that sold cheaper cars had much tighter security than the luxury dealerships. The ones that sold high-end luxury cars typically had a large showroom with their newest and most expensive cars on display, while the slightly cheaper cars were left outside with only a few security cameras.
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