CORBIN'S POV
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I stare at the scene in front of me. The shadows seem to dance while the world is standing still. Bexley's corpse lies on the ground, slowly rotting while Ms. Morvain stands lifeless, staring down at the girl she just killed. There is no remorse, but there's no relief either. "Mom, you didn't..." Azalea's words are cut off as her mother turns, and she struts out silently, not looking back. The second she steps foot out of the building, she shifts, charging off into the woods through a crowd of people, dodging every obsticle in her way.
Azalea on the other hand just stares after the ghost of her mom, her eyes screaming for help, yet she remains a statue. "Az," I turn to her, reaching for the strand of hair stuck to her cheek when she swats my hand away. "Get the body out
