𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Emma, Astoria, Ray and Norman are the brightest kids at Grace Field House orphanage, and under the care of the woman they refer to as "Mom", all the kids have enjoyed a comfortable life. Good food, clean clot...
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THAT NIGHT, GILDA and I talked a lot. We laughed a lot, like we were little kids.
I wasn't alone, she understood. From now on, we can all fight together.
Emma stirred awake due to a quiet creaking sound, she recognized it as the floorboards.
They were never quiet.
Her eyes fluttered open slightly and she saw Gilda through the dark room, she only recognised her because of the shape of her glasses.
Gilda?
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
"If we can win them over," Norman continued as he and Emma strolled down the hallway. "We'll uncover if they're the sources next. To begin with, let's lay a trap."
Emma raised her eyebrow, turning her head to look at him, "What are you going to do?" She asked, crossing her arms.
He smiled down at her, "Tell them where the rope is hidden." He said, "We each tell different locations to Don and Gilda, I've already hidden fake ropes. They'll have gotten on our side and obtained crucial information that they didn't have before. If they're the spies, they'll make a move for sure."
Emma nodded, listening to him as he continued.
"Who will make a move? How will Mom find out? We can figure out if Gilda and Don are our enemies from here on."
✩ 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 . . .
RAY WALKED DOWN the hall, a piece of paper folded up in his hand.
He looked around for a moment to make sure nobody was looking before sliding the sheet under the door, the rustle of the paper being heard as he did so.
He then walked off, keeping his head down so that nobody would notice him before walking back to the library where Astoria was.
