♡ s. ––– ( courtyard, by the entrance ) ﹕ ‹ @artjomjaager ›
pen was never good at this sort of thing, it was tragic: surely. however, the death of another never seemed to shake her. moving towards the empty forest, she can imagine what it must of looked like when the man was found. the yellow tape, the numerous amount of bodies carefully moving around him. it was rather a sad scene.
“hey, mr. jaagar.” she says casually, hands in her coat pocket, messy hair ( not a prized look to someone like him ) and an awkward glare. she hated this ; she was paused in everything including the heartbeat that thudded against her chest. had he killed the twins? how could people adore someone like him. however, she couldn’t expose herself - she wouldn’t.