Okay, I admit it. I cried when she told me. No, it wasn't crying. I was bawling, my sobs echoing throughout the room. It was me. I was responsible for my brother's death. I felt like collapsing. And I would've, if it hadn't been for Josi. She was staring at me, looking concerned. I told her everything about the night before she found me. She remained expressionless, almost making it even harder to tell the story. When I finished, we both burst into tears and comforted each other. Then the screams came.
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I ran outside, closely followed by Josi. We came to see a man, covered with blood, tumbling, cowering before Lupan.
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The Girl in the Red Hood
FantasyEverybody has heard the story of the girl with the red hood. Many different interpretations have been passed down. I'm here to tell you one version you probably haven't heard: the truth.
