There's a loud BANG as the girl fires her rifle, a deranged smile on her face as she watches the DOLL behind the familiar blond-haired man FALL TO THE FLOOR. A laugh escapes her as the deranged look softens only a tiny bit, and the rifle turns into blue particles that disappear into the air.
âťť Bowen?? Bowen Chuuno??? Oh, if it hasn't been so long!! âťž She looks positively thrilled to see him, even if it HAD been some time since she'd been back home. âťť Hello, hello, hello! Wanna join me in target practice? I've been shooting all these DOLLs by myself, it's quite fun. âťž
PROMPTED : ALWAYS Accepting!
Bowen had been hearing the shootings, the sounds of a gun firing, catching his attention. At first he was concerned… but the closer he got… the more surprised he became… not because of well, someone was shooting dolls… or that he was close to getting shot himself. But more because of the woman who was shooting those dolls. Eyes shot wide, his chest rose.. did his heart quicken? Seeing her, hearing her voice.. how long… had it been? Really how long had it been?
In some ways too long, but not long enough, because he still remembered her.. he will always remember her.
"M…Melanie…"
Didn't she go missing? Wasn't she lost forever? No, but she's here… yet.. shooting.. dolls.. he had no idea why.. but questions like that can be answered later.
"It's… it's you… it's… really… you…"
