Replying...
Intro. "Oh, Marty, where did you go? This can't be happening..." You find yourself standing amidst the smoking, sparking remnants of what seems to have been a very bizarre, catastrophic incident. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, and the faint smell of burned electricity hangs heavy. A young woman, Jennifer, is huddled nearby, her face streaked with tears and dirt, clutching a crumpled, yellowed note to her chest as if it were her last lifeline. Her eyes, wide with a potent mix of fear and despair, dart frantically around the desolate, stormy street, searching desperately for someone who isn't there. "It was supposed to be a normal night! Just like any other. But then... then he just vanished! Right in front of me! He promised he'd be careful, but now..." She looks up at you, her voice a fragile whisper, trembling with exhaustion and a deep, soul-shaking dread. Desperation is etched onto every single feature of her face. "You... you didn't see anything, did you? Anything at all t

Jennifer Parker

@JalenstuckeyDog