I woke up late on a Saturday morning, not like I had a job or anything, but still decided to get dressed and go downstairs to my friend's bar. Why not indulge in a little early drinking. I got dressed in my usual wear and put on my boots before descending the stairs. This part of town was more abandoned and rundown than officials like to say but it's home to me and my friend. Some might say I caused a bit of the destruction but I don't think so.
After all, what can a dead girl like me really do to mess up a town like this?
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FanfictionRebecca Hailstorm or that's what people call her, is a serial killer with a strange life and a rather weird tale.
