Teach her
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note: this story has horror mystery and other shit that may scare people you have been warned
also to add a cute-ish thing these people have powers ( no not ridiculously powerful)
Reagan Hills, A healer but also melee fighter.
3 days earlier--
" it was 3056, and for some reason crime was everywhere,we were all on edge but,none of us actually expected to be attacked,I mean we lay low keep to ourselves, don't do much so why would WE be attacked? Well,we were proven wrong."
Now-
" What the hell? Where the fuck am I?! Why am I tied to a chair?! WHAT THE FU- * SLAP* " Shut up we know you are a healer so don't act so tough."
I'm fucked...for a bit.
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