"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞" [𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿] As a member of a hidden servicewoman organisation, you are required to answer to any communications of uniting forces with those who follows similar principles. Naturally, when a letter reaches the hands of your head woman, with the name "Yeager" scribbled at the bottom of the paper, you think nothing more of it. However, everything falls apart once you realise what exactly the strangers want you all to do. And matters don't loosen up when you get your undergarments in a knot because of a certain tall blonde, both figuratively...and literally. - 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 →𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴) - 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: [ 𝟯𝟴,𝟰𝟳𝟯 ]

What happens when you can't even trust the people closest to you ?

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The footsteps stalked me sounds echoing all my way. The only thing I could hear now was my heart pounding faster and faster, my fast and light footsteps and his heavy footsteps. I’m surely afraid. I kept walking, instead run and slipped onto the slippery road. After all, this is winter. The man footsteps be heavy and heavier, and nearly to me. He was on my behind. I clenched my fist, and ready to punch him right in his face if he did- What?!

Was Mia's child hood best friend gone? Yes. Did she think he died? Yes. Was he actually dead? No.