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Chapter 1: A Rainy Night in a Forgotten Town

The town of Ravenwood, with a mere population of 2,995 souls, was often dismissed by those who resided elsewhere. Y/n Kincaid shared this sentiment as she leaned against a weathered telephone pole, her cigarette casting a dim glow in the cold April night. To her, Ravenwood was little more than a desolate and run-down place, a far cry from the bustling city life she craved. However, as she took a drag of her cigarette, she found some solace in the fact that at least she wasn't entirely alone.

Y/n called the confines of the trailer park home, surrounded by neighbors who shared the same dreary existence. It wasn't an ideal life, but it was life. And as she watched the rain pour from the pitch-black sky, she couldn't help but groan at the thought of making the long, wet journey back to her trailer. She had endured such drenching the night before, trying to scrub away smeared mascara in the dim light of her cramped bathroom.

Y/n ran a finger through her shoulder-length, almost pitch-black hair, and the cold metal buckle of her leather jacket sent shivers down her spine. Inhaling the smoke and exhaling a perfect ring of it, she let out a cloud of frustration.

It was nights like these that made her question her life choices. She spent her free hours, meant for sleep, on tasks like scrubbing away the traces of her dark makeup. Her hands often bore the stains of black, like a silent mark of her defiance.

As Y/n gazed into the distance, the rain intensified, making her grimace at the thought of walking home drenched again. However, tonight she wouldn't be entirely alone in the rain-soaked streets. She heard the distant click of heels against wet pavement.

Frowning, Y/n observed the approaching figure emerging from the shadows, a woman whose hair clung to her head, drenched and dripping. The woman carried a large black trash bag, giving Y/n a friendly smile as they locked eyes.

Y/n's curiosity piqued, but her exhaustion was more compelling. She pulled out her phone, dialing a familiar number. The phone rang before the line clicked, and a voice she knew well rang through the receiver.

It was one of the few connections to the world she held dear - her only friend, Jade Kincaid. She was always there on the other end, a constant in Y/n's life, in a town where constants were few and far between.