The cool air nipped at her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Warm lights tumbled in the distance; it was difficult to find the town she originally had been directed to.
It was unwise of her to walk around in a short sleeved top and jeans, though it was all she had. She couldn't do much about that.
As she approached the town, her eyes were set on a pub—one of the only things open at this time of night. She walked in, shivering at her body temperature tying to adjust the warmth of said pub.
The chatter was soft, comforting almost. The girl was unsettled by almost everything, though she felt as though she could trust the owner.
The bartender looked her way. He locked eyes with her before completely dropping his glass on the ground.
"YOU'RE ALIVE?!"
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