The Story of Kate Denson's disappearance. (COMPLETED)

The Lore Of Kate Denson

One of Kate Denson's earliest memories was standing in front of her family, singing a song that she'd learned that morning at school, and watched smiles spread across their faces. Seeing how something as simple as a song could make people so happy was the moment when she knew what she wanted to do with her life.
        She practiced, learned the guitar as soon she was big enough to reach over it, and preforming in front of crowds by the time she was eight years old. Her mother did everything she could to fulfil Kate's dreams, taking her all over her home town Pennsylvania, across the state and even Nashville itself. Kate won folk music competitions and talent shows whenever she participated, but for her to win others had to lose, and that wasn't in her nature. She only wanted an outlet, a way to touch people's lives. To make them forget the worries of the world and just enjoy themselves, if only for a while. With age came a new-found freedom. She bought a battered old Chevy truck and was able to travel around by herself, meeting fans and making new friends wherever she stopped. Hers wasn't a story of rock excess though: just the road, her guitar and maybe a good bourbon to the end of the day. From sun baked festivals to dark and cozy bars, people flocked to her voice and her self-penned songs of friendship, family, love and home. These sentiments weren't just lip-service: she made sure to return home as often as she could, to help her community and entertain local children with her tales of the wider world. She saw this as a way of giving back of supporting others in the same way she had been. It was home where she found inspiration as well, she had always loved taking long walks in the woods around her town, exploring off the beaten tracks, finding a quiet spot to write her songs. She had a favorite location she retuned to time and time again, a natural hollow, encircled by trees, that looked almost as if it had been blasted out by rocks thousands of years ago. She picked up her guitar and played, her fingers dancing across the fretboard. Around her, the leaves vibrated in unison with the guitar strings and the boughs of the trees lengthened, coalescing into a living form, spider-like legs descended from the canopy above, grasping for her. Regaining her senses, she grabbed a rock and tried to beat them back, but their skin was hard as iron and the rock simply bounced of and skittered away. The legs coiled like tendrils around her limbs and lifted her towards the darkness overhead. When the fog cleared there was no sign of anybody or struggle of life. Just an acoustic guitar, the scratch plate engraved with flowers: as well as the initials KD inlaid in mother of pearl.

Ps I took out a few paragraphs because it took so long to copy down if you would like to see the whole thing make sure to look at the source.

Source- https://deadbydaylight.gamepedia.com/Kate_Denson

Click in the Lore and this is where I got it from
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