The wind whistled through the leaves like the foreboding moan of the unhallowed, rustling the leaves that had yet to turn in the early fall. A single man stood alone beneath an ancient tree. He looked uncomfortable, even taking his bizarre appearance into account. He ran a hand through his hair as he stared off into space. Zack closed his eyes, his mind flashing back to what he'd seen earlier that day. A few days ago he had awoken to a note on his chest from someone very important to him. It's contents had made his brow furrow in concern.
He had looked into it on his own, hunting for information on this Dar, the one she had mentioned in her note. But Miley's behavior had become increasingly worrisome over the last few days. She'd been late to meet him, even absent, and when she'd been there, she'd been absent minded, as if her thoughts were elsewhere. After some deliberation, he'd followed her.
He hadn't seen that side of her before, though her'd known it existed. She reminded him of himself, of what he could have been, of what he still could become if L.A.W. ever caught him. Just as he wouldn't let himself succomb to that fate, he refused to let her do the same. There was one answer: Dar had to die.
He turned, tilting his head as he heard someone approach. "Miley? I'm glad you came. I need to talk to you."
Mon Jan 22, 2024 9:45 pm by 
Subject: To hunt a sin. (Miley) 
