closed: devlin santos. @fakesmilcs
location: dominique's farm, farmhouse interior.
being back in the centre of town had been both a welcome treat and a dreadful reminder. she had enjoyed reconnecting with everyone, no matter how they themselves felt about her, but everywhere she went, devlin followed, even in thornhill. it was almost like he was there, watching her, a silent yet distant figure forever clinging to the edges of her sanity. as she closed the front door of her home behind her, her back fell against it in exhaustion and the impact forced out a sob from her mouth. she had been stood there for a few minutes, allowing her emotions to overwhelm her in the privacy of her own home, when she felt it. the hand that had been covering her mouth seemed to go numb, icy cold, and she opened her eyes to take stock of her typically familiar surroundings. something seemed… off. she moved further forward into the large front room, suddenly acutely aware of how silent it was and how many rooms connected to it. as she slowly turned, she pulled a small knife from inside her jacket – someone was here.
