“What is your plan for finding them?” I turn my view to him, holding my folded legs, “I-I don’t know to be frank… wait, what is that?”
I glance at Baren’s expression… “No, that can’t be… it’s a fuc-ing ghost,” He breaks hard before the figure, “Xankle… h-he’s alive,”
Baren sprints toward him, and I join his side, “I thought you died, little bro. What the fuc- happened?” Xankle puffs in a stare, “I-I killed them, I need help,”
My skin slides against the gravel road, “Damn it, wha-what,” “Issabella, damn it,”
“Issabella, come on,” In flickering images, I scan the surrounding area, “Issabella, stand the fuc-ing up,” What… hands start dragging me toward who knows where,
“Baren…” “I got you,” He picks me, and start running toward the car… “Baren… a-a-a…” The air blows past my ears, and my
