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Through the years Camryn had become clever with ways of cleaning up after a fresh kill. She made it a point to perfect her technique and had successfully done it in times of need when she was nowhere near one of her safe houses. Covered in blood, the blonde saw a glowing neon sign for a diner in the city. It would be after closing time for the majority of places so she stood a good chance of fooling whoever was inside that she had been injured so she could come inside and clean up. Knocking frantically on the front door she hoped somebody would allow her in and offer her kindness in her moment of need. “Please, if somebody is in there, I am in great need of help.” Her German accent was still thick but she was getting better at Americanizing it, as they say.













