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[mark_of_samael]

There is a girl in the bar. This isn't particularly unusual, except that this girl is, technically, not really there

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[cavemen_win]

Fred's just passing through, probably on her way to the library.

All thoughts of books are forgotten, however, as she catches sight of the girl out of the corner of her eye. It wouldn't be enough to make her pause, normally, but she's seen that girl before. Sometimes just like this - just a glimpse in her own dreams that thankfully never approach anything as horrifying as that first one. There are flashes, sometimes, of something half-remembered, the shock of the experience never having quite faded from her mind.

This is what causes her to stop and turn around, half expecting the girl to be gone when she does, an illusion played on her mind by too little sleep.

[mark_of_samael]

She turns, too, eyes widening.

And she shrinks back, retreating into the shadows.

[cavemen_win]

"Wait!" Fred calls out, taking a few more steps toward the girl.

If this was a dream she was probably doomed, again, but she couldn't help but try.

"...Alessa?" she asks, hesitantly, recalling the girl's name that she'd only heard once, not sure if she was even remembering it correctly.

[mark_of_samael]

"i'm sorry!" she squeaks out, arms raised protectively, "i couldn't stop Her!"