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A note is pinned to a wall in the mansion.
My name is Rosalind. That's my first name, obviously. I can't tell you my last name. It would be too dangerous. The Controllers are everywhere. Everywhere. And if they knew my full name, they could find me and my family, and then ... well, let's just say I don't want them to find me. What they do to people who resist them is too horrible to think about.
I won't even tell you where I live. You'll just have to trust me that it is a real place, a real town. It may even be your town.
In fact, it is your town. Hi. :)
In a nearby chair is a girl, curled up with a trashy romance novel, keeping one eye on the note and anyone approaching to react to it.
Typist: Yet another one to add to my collection. Rosalind Berenson. Jake/Cassie spawn, the second of the trips, and insane. You would be too if your mother/your uncle was OTP.
My name is Rosalind. That's my first name, obviously. I can't tell you my last name. It would be too dangerous. The Controllers are everywhere. Everywhere. And if they knew my full name, they could find me and my family, and then ... well, let's just say I don't want them to find me. What they do to people who resist them is too horrible to think about.
I won't even tell you where I live. You'll just have to trust me that it is a real place, a real town. It may even be your town.
In fact, it is your town. Hi. :)
In a nearby chair is a girl, curled up with a trashy romance novel, keeping one eye on the note and anyone approaching to react to it.
Typist: Yet another one to add to my collection. Rosalind Berenson. Jake/Cassie spawn, the second of the trips, and insane. You would be too if your mother/your uncle was OTP.