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❝𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘❞

If anyone's interested, I can add in a picture I drew of Silas next chapter.

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     ◆𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒. You didn't really mind, it was better than being homeless. You just wondered if 'the lord gives, so we shall as well', then why were they forcing you to do work? You didn't bring it up, not wanting to sound ungrateful. But you were supposed to visit Valerie again, so that was a plus. You haven't gotten the time to visit her until now. You were also to visit the mayor again. You found it strange that every time you make deliveries, the mayor always gets a package. You decided to not ask, as it's not your business. 

     The air was turning colder, soon summer will go into fall. You worried about winter, as you probably did not have enough money to by a jacket. You barely had enough money for food and a living space, let alone a good  jacket. But for now, you were fine...barely. You let your mind wander as you walked past the uniform green lawns and white picket fences. What were you going to have for dinner? Will the strange tapping against your window go away so you can sleep good for once? When will the convenience store get their stock on cheap coffee ba- 

"Excuse me!"

     You jolted out of your thoughts. Is someone talking to you? That's new. The only few who talk to you are the three at the church and the people you deliver packages to. You turn, it was a man with a beige trench draped over his shoulders. He was an older man, maybe 40s? His messy black hair had some gray intermixed in with it. His chin had some stubble on it. He must have a bad sleep schedule like you, since there were very prominent bags under his eyes. "My name is Sterling Caldwell, I'm with the Sycamore Police Department", he held up his badge, "May I ask you some questions? No need to worry, you are not in any type of trouble."

     You know he said that you shouldn't worry, but panic had already started to settle in. It's a detective, is there any other reaction than worry? What did you do to get questioned by the police? "O-oh. Yeah, sure?" "This won't take long I promise, I see that you're busy. Let's go back to my office, yes?" You only nodded and followed him, not wanted to get arrested for non-compliance. 

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     "...Why are you asking me questions, exactly?" Your eyes followed him as he closed the blinds. "I'm investigating the numerous disappearances that have been going on recently, though you maybe haven't heard about them since you've arrived in Sycamore only three months ago. Even with your recent arrival, you might help play a role in finding who's responsible." Oh, well if it's to help find people and bring someone to justice than you're glad to help!