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The news broadcasts in Times Square always brought an uncharacteristic pause in New York City. Considering that everyone was waiting with bated breath for more information, for confirmation that they had enough resources to live upon, Karen thought it made perfect sense. Unfortunately, this broadcast was merely an overview of everything that the civilians already knew. The newscaster reiterated that the heroes were needed to bring in materials to live upon, they informed New Yorkers that soon, they would be home, and to have courage. After a month of living in suspense, Karen had grown accustomed to the martial law, and she had forcibly adapted to being watched closely by demons. At least they were no longer openly attacking her, now it merely felt like a warning gaze.
As the broadcast came to a close and Times Square bustled with life once more, Karen sighed and moved over, allowing people to pass her. She noticed one man as still as her and after a pause, she walked over to him, obviously hesitant. New Yorkers weren’t always the friendliest bunch, but with what they were forced to live with, Karen needed to believe that heroes and civilians could band together. “It’s hard to process, isn’t it?” She asked, chewing on her lip. “I’ve been trying to write a story about everything that’s happened, but I can’t find the truth about it all. The story is incomplete.” After a pause she added, “I’m Karen Page.”