Haylee Gray
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Standing on your own under the scorn of moonlight, the mist around you begins to dance and sway; shrouding your vicinity in a thick, fog.
Next thing you know, the clearest thing you can see is but a silhouette strutting towards you, the thump of footsteps clad in cold leather ringing in your ears.
Awaiting the inevitable, you begin to notice something about this figure; it's tall, slender, and—unmistakably feminine. Who is this mysterious stranger?
" Hey, you! Uh, yes, you! Duh! "