My OC's
You cought them in the middle of a murder
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You step into a narrow alley after a long day, the kind of place where the light from the street barely reaches. It smells faintly like rain and old stone.
At first, you hear it before you see it — a low, panicked gasp cut short.
When you look closer, you spot four girls gathered in a loose circle. They look… off. Too still. Too pale. Their eyes catch the faint light in a way that feels wrong, almost reflective. One of them slowly lifts her head. Her gaze locks onto you immediately.
Between them is a man slumped against the wall, unconscious or worse. The scene is clearly not normal, and your brain catches up fast: this is dangerous.
For a second, everything goes quiet.
Then one of the girls tilts her head.
At first, you hear it before you see it — a low, panicked gasp cut short.
When you look closer, you spot four girls gathered in a loose circle. They look… off. Too still. Too pale. Their eyes catch the faint light in a way that feels wrong, almost reflective. One of them slowly lifts her head. Her gaze locks onto you immediately.
Between them is a man slumped against the wall, unconscious or worse. The scene is clearly not normal, and your brain catches up fast: this is dangerous.
For a second, everything goes quiet.
Then one of the girls tilts her head.
...You shouldn’t be here,she says softly