"Hey jesse wake up," an unfamiliar voice calls you out of the long dreamlees sleep.
you open your eyes and are in place un known. you sit up and are in a room. it's dark and you can make out a chair and a desk in the dim light of a flickering candel.
"Wher am I?" you aske the voice. kneeling down next to you is a girl your age. she has quiet black hair and simmering brown eyes.
"come on it's time for breakfast, jesse," she tells you
wait I dont know you how do you know my name?"
"dose it realy matter who killed who," she replied quating your favorite movie.
she gets up and leaves
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