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             The  streets  felt  too  quiet.  Too  still  as  the  sun  began  to  set.  pausing  mid-step,  Lydia  tilts  her  head  as  if  listening  for  something  that  shouldn’t  be  there.  she knew she wasn't alone , but she just had to ask . was it just only her who heard it ? ❝ ⸻ Do  you  hear  that? ❞ she  whispers,  her  voice  barely  carrying  over  the  soft  evening  breeze. 

A  faint  rustle  drifts  from  somewhere  nearby.  not  wind,  not  animals,  but  something  else.  broken  whispers,  a  hiss  of  panic,  footsteps  that  doesn't  match  any  living  thing  she  can  see.  Lydia’s  eyes  scan  the  streets,  searching  for  movement,  but  all  she  sees  are  the  darkening  silhouettes  of  the  town  she  knows  all  to  well. SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO   

   ❝ ⸻ Another  animal  attack  in  Beacon  Falls?  Shocker  … ❞ she  muttered  under  her  breath,  voice  dripping  with  sarcasm before  taking  a  slow  sip. letting  the  bitter  burn  of  whiskey  sharpen  her  senses as she leaned back.  The  town  always  had  a  way  of  making  things …  interesting,  and  while she loved being the spectator of it all, she knew this was trouble brewing.  only reason she even came back was because she felt FORCED to . as if spelled to do so .

❝ ⸻ as morbid as this might sound but, people die every day . ❞ Anora started . ❝ and while Mountain  lions  are  not  a  major  public  safety  risk ...  but  attacks  on  humans  may  have  become  more  frequent  after  bounties  were  abolished  and  lion  populations  began  to  recover  in  the  early  20th  century . So maybe people should stop going into the woods at night . ❞ She always wanted people to stay away . while on a run she had ran into more people breaking curfew in the reserve than animals . she didnt mind morning runners , although sometimes its hard to explain why she was naked in the woods .

Some would call her casual demeanor bizarre given the news that was beginning to spread around town. Unfortunately, she was all too used to it. It wasn't great that this had happened within a month of her moving to Beacon Falls, but given what she had experienced in her last town, this one seemed to be much less chaotic...Minus this one incident of course. She just hoped it would stay that way. With a quiet sigh Roxy closed the sketchbook and set it on the counter before heading toward the back room. She needed more needle cartridges anyway. Rummaging through drawers and supply boxes, she barely noticed how still the shop had gone. The bell above the door chimed. Roxanne froze. She returned to the front just in time to see someone standing there with her sketchbook in their hands. Her posture stiffened immediately as she crossed the room to greet them. “Hey there.” she said. Her voice polite but edged. “Can I help you?