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Kitty's pov
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That is it. That was the last straw. I went for a early morning jog, intending to go to our old flower garden, but on the way I smelt something awful. Aways did have the strongest nose. But that smell. It was. Familiar, like a repressed memory...
Tears fell freely when I found the source. A headless body! On further investigation it showed to be Wynter. My vision blurred and a memory surfaced. Two headless bodys. A hallway painted in red. A boy.
Then I snapped.

Daisy's pov
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Hours have passed since I found Kitty missing. Fear gripped my heart in icy fingers as terrifying sineros flashed through my head. What if her leg broke? What if there was a savage? What if... what if the murderer got her.

As night fell I heard a banging on the bolted door. Eeping in joy, I bounded to the door.
"K- you're not Kitty-"

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