it took her a while to wake back up. but when she did, she would find herself dumped in a dark area, her hands and ankles handcuffed to a chair. was she caught? was she kidnapped? who knew. she certainly didn’t– she was more focused on the pain in her chest.
a white, round shape formed there. seemed she was shot. but by who…?
“jones.. if this was you… ngh… then show yourself you coward!” she screamed the latter, and winced; groaning from the excruciating pain from the white blob.
( OPEN. // TO MUTUALS. )
















