You always walked home alone. It was, pretty much, part of your routine to walk home in the dark after an excruciatingly painful dance lesson with Mrs. Hathien. Honestly, it wouldn't be as painful if your mother didn't make you wear a corset. Alas, it's apart of the list of requirements Mother had requested in turn for you to live alone in the mansion Grandmother had left you in her will. It was apparently a hereditary thing, the women in her line being rich and respectable people.
It was raining and you had just finished a lesson, it was painful, more so than usual, as Mrs. Hathien had a fight with her husband who ended it with threatening divorce and leaving, probably to a hotel for the night, or maybe a friends. You twitch slightly at the thought of the terrible stretches you were put through a couple hours ago, then jumped visibly as a loud firework-like sound went off. You looked around, nobody was around, or at least not that you could see. You stupidly started walking in the direction of the sound, incredibly curious of the mysterious sound that was heard by nobody but you and yet was so loud that it hurt your ears.
After a good six minutes of walking, you came across a ditch, a huge one at that. On top of being in the middle of a field, the ditch held ten total people.
i havent updated that in like a month, is it good enough to continue????