[h3] Traveler - Home [/h3]
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Reading through news articles, Alex was interrupted by a text.

[I] I'm at his place and I'm sitting on the couch and he's gone to the bathroom and what do i do???

Be you? Let things be natural?

But what if he wants to do things?

I mean, isn't that what you wanted?

Yes, but what if he wants me to do things? I don't know what to do!

Then you do what you do know, goof. Be honest.

He's coming back! Bye

You got this, Rox.[/I]

Alex giggled slightly to herself, imagining the scene in her mind.

She turned back to the news, searching for any hint of the mystery woman. Mostly speculation, very little facts outside of the gruesome scenes. She'd been given names like the Demon, Harbinger, and worse. An source, with zero credentials, claimed she went by Guilt. But nothing supported the claim as anything more than speculation.

No one was apparently certain about the gender, either. The mask messed with the sound of the voice, distorting it, by all accounts.

She really was a mystery woman.

Alex sighed, closing the laptop, and stretched out on her bed.

She'd been given a lot to reflect on tonight. And underneath it all was the nagging feeling that she should've picked up on something in the woman's posture and choice of words.