<div style="text-align: center"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elizabeth "Beth" Thornneton</span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@Murky Hills: Main Street Cathedral.<br/>
w/ No-one Else.<br/>
Carrying Rosary.</span></span></span></b><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Clutched between the frail digits of Elizabeth was a rosary. A cross that bared semblance to that of old ways - yet it was only one of the few items she could find akin to what she had believed in. Here she was, knelt before the holy cross as a figure of He hung bare as her eyes were closed, and she prayed - echoing out the holy words... tears were rolling down her cheeks in the cathedral about. Candles were situated in front of her, as there was no other sense of illumination around. <br/>
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Here she was, within the Murky Hills Main Street Cathedral. She had awoken hours before in this strange place - or so she could estimate as clocks around the city were not necessarily active. She was in a daze of panic, as she was not sure where she was. She could hardly remember the last couple of months and only prayed this was not Hell. But even if for a short while, this was Elizabeths' new reality.<br/>
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She sniffed as she finished her prayer and started at the ground beneath her. It was dark inside, if not for the illuminated candles... yet it was also dark outside with the exception of streetlights. She had noticed afar some were out and heard strange noises outside that were... frightening. They activated her fight or flight response, but she could not pinpoint the mechanisms behind so. This noise she heard were echoes from something afar and inhumane. It was something straight out of a horror film Elizabeth would enjoy with a good glass of chardonnay. Or, at-least, before she found herself in this new, strange reality.<br/>
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She sighed, and finally stood after idly patting her lower thighs. Crossing her arms, she wandered to the window next to her. Her eyes peeked outside, and she noticed the streetlights she spotted being out earlier were now in working condition. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at the curiosity. Perhaps faulty wiring was to blame? Regardless, she brought her palm up to her cheek and began to rub it while closing her eyes and listening intently to what noises may have shown outside. <br/>
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She didn't know where she was. She didn't know if she was even alive, at this point. Murky Hills was... something, alright. But what disillusioned Elizabeth, even more-so, was her inability to remember the last two months.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"> </span></span></span><i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"><span style="font-size: 15px">What happened? What is this place? What state am I in? Country? Why aren't cars working? Electricity? Except the streetlights?</span></span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"> </span></span></i>​</div>