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My bad if there's mispelled words, and if this story doesn't make sense. I'm trying a new concept :)
G!P Minjeong, a fantasy chapter
Almost like an abandoned warehouse, not even. And the dark lit sky glimmered.
Winter wanders the city from head to toe as she figures out the blood pooling beneath her feet on the ground.
With every step made she could hear the faint sound of Dripping water, gasoline, the blood splashing her boots.
She's using her foot to move these guys around as she beamed a flashlight on their faces to identify their bodies and she wondered what went wrong.
This felt like a serial killer's doing, the brutal death of more than a dozen men laying here, and it just keeps getting worse.
As if someone killed all of them single handedly.
The raven haired girl looked around for lingering clues that may help her out with the crime scene but almost everything in this room had not a single Evidence left behind.
Well except for the shitty surveillance camera that still had hopes in working.
Taking it back to the camera room, Winter searched every camera footage from earlier tonight for some more evidence.
And she watched as these men dressed in black entered the scene, but the video lagged, changing screens to a different room with even more gore.
the sound of high pitched screaming startled Winter and she looked behind her, the sound echoing.
She got up off the chair, navigating towards the voice.
"Hello?"
"Help me, please!" A woman called out.
It sounded like one of the rooms behind the halls, therefore shortly after Winter arrived in that room she met with a woman, crouched in the corner of the flickering lit room, terrified..
and boy she did not expect the mass numbers of bodies in this room.
Her brows furrowed, walking past the bodies to get to the poor girl hyperventilating in the corner.
"Hey it's okay I'm here now,"
The woman didn't say anything, in fact she clung onto Winter as tight as she could, trembling.
But why was this girl in here all by herself? How did she get here?
Winter brought the girl to a safer space, sitting her down as she took off her coat and draped it over the other woman's shivering body.
"Thank you," the woman spoke.
A long raven haired, she seemed lost, and innocent. The innocence speaks for itself.
