๐๐ธ๐๐ ๐โ๐ผ
๐๐ฉ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ช๐ก๐ก ๐ฃ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฃ๐จ๐.
Shuffling on his seat to get himself more comfortable, Affie holds a water bottle between both his hands, as if thatโll help to ground him.ย โAffie Baldwin,โ he states, voice hoarse.
๐๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐.
โIโm twenty-three... born on October 31st 1996.โ
๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ช๐ง๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฃ / ๐ง๐๐จ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐.
โI was born and raised in Looe, in Cornwall, England. I lived in Calabasas, California before I came to Camp.โ
๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ข๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐?
โI was, um...โ Pausing, Affie ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face.ย โI came out when we heard a load of commotion, everything started to shake, and I watched Mackenzie getting pushed into the shed from just outside my cabin.โ
๐๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐?
โI was with, um...---Maxine.โ
๐พ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ?
Jaw clenching a little, Affieโs grip tightened around his water bottle before he nodded.ย โYeah, they can.โ
๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ช๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ช๐ข๐ข๐๐ง?
โI donโt know much. Iโve heard rumours about demonic possessions and other ghost stories but I never really believed it.โ
๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐พ๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฟ๐ค๐ช๐๐ก๐๐จ?
Looking only slightly confused, Affie shrugged a little.ย โI donโt know much about him, just that heโs the founder of Camp Intent.โ
๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ?
โWhat? Of course I was... yeah, I was.โ
๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐๐?
Looking more confused, somewhat annoyed, Affie frowned.ย โIt was awful. Why are you asking me this?โ
๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐๐๐ก ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ?
Noticing a change in the detectives behaviour, Affie opened his lips to answer, but didnโt get anything out before------
ARE YOU GOING TO PLAY ฬถออออฬฎฬฬ อฬจออTฬถอฬอฬฌฬฬฅHฬถฬออฬฬอฬอฬจฬจอฬฐEฬถฬฬฬฬพฬฬฬฬฬอฬฬบฬบฮ
A long stream of profanities left the boyโs mouth as he suddenly rushed to get out of his seat, tripping as he hurriedly took himself out of the interrogation room. Once he was outside of the police station entirely and the door was closing behind him, the Brit automatically leaned forward to vomit, an accumulation of everything that had happened finally getting to him.
