<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">Things only ever got stranger in this town. Some days were normal. Other days were filled with drama. And some days? Well, some days were just strange. Pure mystery. Lately it had felt like that sort of day. A day where the sun was a little less bright, and where something just didn't feel right. Not that anything ever felt right in her life. In fact, every day was far from it.<br/><br/>The crisp night air brushed against her skin lightly as she opened the window from her bedroom, maneuvering her legs out onto the roof of the second story. Most people were afraid of heights. Not her. She was too used to this now, sneaking out late in the evening and fleeing somewhere-anywhere- but here. This place haunted her dreams. It tore her apart to be there every passing second, and yet... she lived there. Careful feet stepped to the edge of the roof, before making the familiar leap down to the dumpster lid below. Her landing was a bit more shaky than usual, but she pulled it off, and rolled down to the ground before regaining her composure. <br/><br/>An icy glare was cast towards the worn-down orphanage building behind her as she began her walk to wherever it was her legs planned on carrying her this evening. From her pocket she pulled a small wireless radio and plugged in her earbuds, twisting the knob so that it was on. There was crackling on the other end before finally clear noises could be heard somewhere amongst the blurred sound.<br/><br/>"Things have sure been picking up in this town lately," A male voice said with almost too much enthusiasm. "The police told reporters that crime is picking up rapidly! Precautions are being made to tighten security and catch the most recent criminal, a murderer who last week took the lives of a Wendy Heraldson and her son. Police said to stay calm and that for certain they were closer to figuring out who did it-"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Click.</span><br/>With a scowl of disgust replacing her neutral expression, the radio was turned off quickly and crammed back into her pocket. More bad news. Crime. Murder. That's all she'd been hearing about lately. There was never any good news on the news, only police reports and reasons to 'stay inside' at night. She found it rather amusing, really. 'Good morning, everyone! Now let's tell you why it's not!' That's what the news was like.<br/><br/>But even with the warnings to stay indoors, she'd never really cared all that much. Nothing ever happened. And besides, murderers were usually on the run <span style="text-decoration: underline">away</span> from places they'd killed. With her dual daggers and the basic combat she'd taught herself, she was always capable of chasing off the usual drunks and druggies she'd come across, which even then wasn't too many. Sometimes they merely acted like idiots and followed her for a short while. <br/>But lately she'd begun to feel differently. Recently there was a feeling of dread in the air, as if sometime soon something bad was going to happen. She ignored it at first. Because like usual, bad things were always happening anyway- what else was new? And yet she couldn't shake it off. It wouldn't leave her alone. Like a bad illness, it just kept coming back, no matter what medication you tried to use on it. <br/><br/>Silently her form rounded the corner and walked alongside the street, keeping to the shadows and avoiding direct lighting from the streetlamps. Her hands were jammed into her pockets, shoulders hunched slightly from being uncomfortable. There was no one else walking the streets from what her cold eyes could see. Every few minutes she would pause, scan the area thoughtfully, then continue moving. By now she knew where it was she wanted to go. She was heading towards the Graveyard along the south boulevard, where the surrounding forests provided an almost eerie setting.<br/><br/>{Haha, you're fine c: Let me know if there's anything I should fix.}</span></div>