<div style="text-align: center"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Monroe</span></span></span></b><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cccccc"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Monroe shifted back as she noticed one of the strange individual oozing black liquids stepped forward after climbing through the window to the chapel. This was absolutely terrifying, which caused Monroe to cover her mouth and step back with panicked gasps whisking their way through her fingers. Her eyes widened and she could feel her voice choking at her throat, to which she bumped against the blonde haired woman and held onto her arm.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"W-what... what do we do?!"</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"> Monroe whispered while she felt her legs nearly giving out. They were then given permission to run... and her eyes darted to that of the police-woman. Or was she a police-woman? She was not sure, but she could feel her heart racing and she did not want to stick around to find out.</span></span></span>​</div>