✥ - "In a forest surrounding this abandoned museum that we’re standing in, also known as my home." The pastel blonde tilted his head to the side, “And how did you end up here?" he asked the tall woman with a bored expression on his face. Grimm liked having solitude but sometimes it was fun to have some people to talk to every once and a while.
She shrugged her shoulders. Even she can't remember how she ended up in this museum or why she went to a museum of all places. Learning about anything wasn't something she would do. Maybe someone kidnapped her and brought her here? Nah, Miriam knows that she wouldn't let anyone come and capture her so easily. What if I just ask where the exit is...?
{ ♠ } --- "Well, I can't remember how the hell I got here. Hey kid, do you mind helping me with something? I need to get out of this museum. Can you help me out of not?"










