Ava Johansson
Ava makes her way to the storeroom, uncovers the cellar door, and then swings it open.
Her mother would've had a field day regarding her father holding a gun, much less owning
one.
Mom wasn't exactly against them, but she wasn't pro-gun either.
Her mother had often said she had a healthy respect for them, but didn't want them in her
home.
So, why did Pops own one now?
Holding her father's cell in her hand, she scrolls through the contacts until she comes
across Cole's name.
The call rings twice.
A strange, otherworldly cry pierces the surrounding silence. It's followed by a low, throaty
growl.
Ava kneels by the opening to the cellar, then she steps down.
"Hey, Ben. What's up?" Cole's voice booms in her ear.
"Cole," she says, barely above a whisper.
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