#mrsnarkshark

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“Yeager, Yeager, do you know ‘ere i can ‘ide?! Gauche found my last place!!”

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{{I HATE YOU JACK

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It was unusual to find oneself in a place such as this, the ruins spoke of age, and smelled of dust, untouched for a generation. Why she was here...Well, she couldn’t quite place it, but something had drawn her to the ruins entrance, and she had found herself inside.

Leather bound fingers graced the side of the wall, feeling the detailed architecture with each twist of a digit.

It was beautiful, and peaceful in here, like some kind of get away. The dusty floors untouched save for her own footprints and those in front of hers-

Hmm? How odd, she didn’t remember seeing any footprints in the front room. Then again, barely any dust had collected there, the wind having kept it well clear through the opening that worked as a door.

Brown eyes studied the prints with analytical detail, narrowing slightly as she bent down, fingers ghosting over the dustless marks.

Someone else was here, these were fresh.

But who?