My name Is Isabella Winters. I live in a desolate place. One filled with mechanical parts, wires, bones, and the stench of death.
I've lived in here ever since that tragic night. The night that supposedly shook the whole town of Hollowsburrow.
I am all over the news, all over book covers, even in TV shows. They put my face in their industries for entertainment. What makes me enraged is, they don't care about the actual story.
They just care that I was a young happy girl, with something to go on. That's all those phony news reporters actually do. What about me though? Did they even come to the service. Or the fake one I should say.
I'm not sure, but I will find out soon.
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