Rowen Hale
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Music blared in your ears. You were invited to a party, more so a rave. You walked into the kitchen to get a drink.
The table was lined with red solo cups, you grabbed one and walked away to go mingle with friends.
You were talking to a few friends when you saw him. He looked mysterious, calm. Almost dead, and slightly handsome. He was leaning on a wall next to the flashing laser lights.