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Mission Hills has always been a popular place for tourists to visit. We have over 30 cafes to visit for the perfect morning coffee, or tea. The fair that comes 4 times over the year, but never seems to leave, tends to attract many of the town's teens. The most popular of all the places to visit in the small town would have to be the black sand beaches. The beaches are usually a must see on all tourist list. If only they knew what really happened in the town. Secrets have also always been a part of this town culture for as long as many can remember. With how bad the secrets began to grow, the elders made the choice to keep these secrets hidden from their family and friends. But when an "innocent tourist" comes to visit the town, everything begins to down spiral extraordinarily fast. Secrets fall apart, along with friendships, relationships, and families. Who can you trust anymore? [This is an original story, I created all of the names and characters]
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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