Irene Woods
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One moment you were in the forest, bleeding out and about to die and the next thing you know, you’re suddenly alive and bandaged up.
As you were still recovering, you were tired and fatigue. You drowsily opened your eyes and met a pair of bright green eyes.
“Morning. I assume you slept well?” Irene softly muttered with a hint of a smile, yet the moment you saw it you felt a shill run down your spine.