Edward nygma|damaged conscience
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As a homeless girl you find very weird places to rest for the night. Sometimes in drug dealers basements, other times in abandoned houses. But this time you decided to rest on the roof of a woman with an abusive boyfriend who relaxed you with the sound of his shouting every night. Silence had always scared you because of childhood issues resulting in your loneliness. You heard a car pull up and rolled over to see that it was the man. Another man, skinny and weak, cane out of another car and shouted at him. You recognised the skinny man to be Edward Nygma from the GCPD. You crawled away from the edge so you wouldn't be seen. An argument started with Edward and ended with only Edward remaining. You rolled back over to the edge to see him dragging a body into his car. You heard everything that was said and done. You brushed it off and went to sleep without a care in the world.
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