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Wraith x Nurse.

"Sally Smithson...? Welcome to the team," said Sally's boss. A wide grin grew on Sally's face in the first time in a long time... Ever since she's lost her husband, she was lost herself. Just another soul wondering the world in search of a purpose, and now, she's found a job.

Sure, maybe it wasn't the greatest place to work at... Considering that it was an asylum, but it was certainly something, and she needed money... But hey, maybe she can make some good out of this...?

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Sally vigorously shook her head, trying to rid herself of those dreadful memories. A soft sigh escaped the female's lips as she closed her eyes. Everything in her life... The loss of her beloved husband, being hired at that asylum, and choking all those patients to death led to such a fate..? Where she was forced to constantly chase, stab, and hook these poor souls of the unfortunate. She didn't deserve this! No. One. Did. She wouldn't wish this on her worst enemy.

She wheezed as she removed the sack from her head, beautiful, red hair falling to her shoulders. She had currently gotten done with a match. Three scarified survivors, and one lucky little bugger to got the god for shaken hatch, but at least she got enough to please the entity... She had to please the entity.

Her almost lifeless eyes scanned the location she was in. The trial hadn't taken place in her usual spot, instead, she was put into a different place. She had a feeling this was another's turf, but the urge to want to explore more without worrying about pesky survivors got to her. As she slowly floated over to a building, she saw many crushed cars... Hm.

She looked the building. It looked like a gas station. Tilting her head, she made her way inside. Once the killer female had entered the building, a bell rung from behind her.

Sally instantly turned around, holding up her bonesaw in defense. Her brows furrowed when she saw a tall, lanky figure stand in front of her. The thing spoke "And who are you?" He questioned her, in which she responded with

"I'm Sally, Sally Smithson," she introduced herself to the stranger, assuming he was a fellow killer.

"Well, I'm Phillip, my dear Sally, and might I say, you look quite stunning"