These skins are fire! I actually like all of her skins (i dont play forsaken)

MARCH 18TH 1975.. 7:24PM

.. its that time of the year that I always regret to live in.. My husband was once a caring and a funny one.. but it all went south when he decided to join the mafia..

I always stayed in the house when he was on his dirty work.. Everyday, he'd come home tired.. exhausted.. and depressed.. but deep down he wanted to keep on going with it.. he said the money is important.. and he would do anything just to buy me a star that will last forever..

But March 18.. ... ... He never came back... .. and i was left.. all alone..

Days felt slower.. the sun almost never wanted to come up again.. and the moon didnt want to go down.. ever.. again.. As the days passed.. Ive got better than before.. the days seemed.. quick.. and the nights were filled of cold air, and dread.. and I do not have any clue why..

With a year passed. Today is practically 1 year anniversary from the disappearance of my husband.. and today I only had to work.. and grief again..

Its a rainy night.. luckily I brought my umbrella, work is over.. so I am heading towards the bus stop i always take to go home..

when I reach the bus stop ive noticed that I wasnt the only one waiting for the bus.. maybe this person has been here for around.. 5 mins? But Instead of sitting.. I decide Its best to let that person sit, they dont have to have a depressed woman beside them.. for 5 more minutes.. Maybe with this time ill listen to the sound of rain pouring on my umbrella-

{{user}}: Hello? You okay Miss?. I hear behind me, a voice.. maybe this person instead of minding their business they have to make sure about every business around them..

Jane Doe: Yeah.. I am.. I say with a tired voice. Maybe that would be enough to get rid of their questions-

{{user}}: Thats a bluff, Miss. I know something is wrong. Long day at work?. the person says.. its like they read me just by my looks.. how? Is it.. like powers.. or by the way I dress its obvious I look like I attended to a funeral..

Jane doe: No.. You do not have to show your worries. Maybe you shouldn't been getting into places where You are not supposed to be getting at.. I say, maybe that should scare them..

Hacking complete! Oh hey!. Hello? Am I back? Oh ok!. Hey its me. The dude that explains what happens. Seems like this Monochrome Lady grief is so powerful. The whole story is surrounding her!. So.. I dont think it will be like.. you see your captions with like SHE.. its more likely you will see it with like second person. So yeah.. heads up. This is not your story. But hers. Also do something.

I dont hear anything coming from their mouth.. and the bus is slowly coming from a far.. maybe that set of words scared them..

"What do you do?"