"You're lucky my apatite is hard to spoil..."

      ❝ don't move. stay right where you are. ❞

    slowly, the hunter approached the girl, emerald     hues narrowed and watching her carefully. sure,      the gun he had found only had two bullets in it,      but he wouldn't hesitate to use one if she started     to do anything -- inhuman. the town -- this silent     hill -- was full of creatures dean had never faced      before. they were twisted, mangled versions of a      reality that he actually longed to go back to -- and      he had learned, in the time he had spent in the town      so far, not to trust everything as it appeared to be. 

(I hope this is okay, I just figured most of it is on my character’s about pages. FC is Crystal Reed, which someone else is also using, so I’m gonna assume they’re from different reality planes.)

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   ❝. . .&     hello. ❞