They entered the park on foot, she looked around seeing the familiar setting of the horrid dream, shuddering as the large gash on the woman's head appearing in her mind, Mya sucked in a breath as they neared the river she could see the woman's wrinkled hand peaking out of the water, the pale stranger bent down inspecting the wound on the woman head, grunting to himself as he stood looking at Mya, "my name is Arron I'm a detective at the local police station", Mya mumbles under her breath "more like a dick-tective", Mya nods, looking up her eyes searching his pale features, in a monotone voice Aaron asks "have you opened the letter Mya Bunsworth", her eyes darken like a stormy night, they begin to narrow at Aaron "how do you know about that", the rage clearly displayed in her words as she spits them at the detective.
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Pursuit, Ferocity of the Wind
PertualanganMya Bunsworth a quiet 17 year old girl she, Meets a pale mysterious man No stopping No starting again And no limits Will Mya be able to keep up
