Nika-Hale
The braid of rope was slung over the windowsill, taunt under the weight of something. Ella knew before she looked out, she knew there would be a body, stiff and cold, on the other end.
The Pines was a strip club on the corner of an alley that no one went to, and it was a mystery to even me how I got there when I was stoned and drunk as a log. No one should have been able to find their way to the place perfectly sober and with a good sense of direction, neither of which I had.
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