Chapter 1: Prologue

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It was a pretty afternoon, I was walking along a rocky beach admiring the bluey-green sky. The salty, chill breeze felt refreshing on my skin.

I kept wandering with no real purpose apart from mindless relaxation when something glittering in the distance caught my eye. I walked over only to find a purse with golden accents on it, The sun must have been reflecting on them.

I searched through the purse to find some sort of identification of the owner. I found a note, it read. "If found, call the number below". It seems like whoever this purse belongs to, is very forgetful...

I headed back to my cabin and began dialing the number. Within a couple of seconds someone picked up.

"Hello?"

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