July 1, 2018

Yesterday Micheal got a text from Elvira, The text said “We should meet up sometime, Does tomorrow at 2 pm sound good?” He replied, “Sure, I’ll try to make it.” “That’s good, see you.” Where’s Adria? She’s supposed to be here by now, He wondered, I’ll ask Elvira, he decided.

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As he was walking he saw someone following, at least that’s what he thought. He stopped and turned around. “Are you following me?” he asked.

“Huh, oh not really, no. You know Elvira?” 

“Yeah, I know her.”

“She’s my friend. She mentioned you to me, so uh, I wanted to say hi. I’m Max, by the way”

“Oh, okay.”

“She was just saying that if I saw you I have to tell you that she didn’t have time today.”
“Oh, thanks I guess. I’ll be heading home now.”

“Yeah, see you later, I guess.”

Micheal was suspicious of him cause Elvira could just tell him in text but he decided to go home anyways, I didn’t want to go out anyway, at least I have a reason why I wasn’t there. 

He got a phone call when he was home from Elvira.

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Why isn’t he here yet? He’s supposed to be here. She thought. She decided to call him

“Hello, Mike?” She started.

“Hi, sorry I couldn’t make it, I was busy.” 

“Oh, it’s fine.”

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 I don’t think Elvira believed me, he guesses, but it doesn’t matter much. Maybe I should ask Ashy? I just wish I remembered to give him my number, oh well. 

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I need to tell Mike what I saw, but where does he live? I’ll ask a few people. Ashy anxiously searches his memory for anything he can use to find Mike.

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It’s kind of obvious that he was lying, but why? Oh well, I can figure it out later. She shrugged, but who was the one who saw me do that to Adria? Was I seeing things? It feels like that silhouette is familiar a little.. I’ll try to get rid of them later.

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Phew, one less victim for Elvira, hope she doesn’t find out who interfered, I’d be dead then, Max guessed, ah, well, I hope I can fight back at least. Everything would go wrong if I couldn’t. How’d Elvira end up like this? Max wondered I wonder who made her like this, she was much nicer before, oh well, can’t change the past, can we? Max sighed.

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C’mon, c’mon, where is he? Ashy tried his best to think of places Mike could be, god, at this rate I’ll never find him! Ashy sighed, giving up, he retraced his steps back home.

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Elvira was making her way to Mike’s house, just after a while, she saw a familiar figure, like the one from the window, should I... oh well, better safe than sorry, going the opposite direction, he followed the guy, dark black hair, pale skin, and brown eyes, after a couple of minutes, they arrived on what seemed to be the black haired guy’s house.

Target’s house is located, I’ll come here at night. I hope this is the right person,

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