[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=D4ADD5]Priya Khurana[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/liLU3XDvjxfOw/source.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=D4ADD5]Location:[/color][/b] Crash Site
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b]Profiling[hr][hr][/center]

Priya was thankful that the man was now identified, though that still meant it may be a while before the woman is. Priya couldn't do much apart from sigh. Small town shenanigans at work. Though this was not your average small town, it seems. They had serial killers, high school murders, and a fricken plane crash with two murder victims on the flight.

Before Priya could step away, the man from before walked up holding a chainsaw. He seemed to want to cut the tree down, but Priya felt her skin prickle looking at him and every neuron in her brain was sending a signal that said "Watch out!". She couldn't put her finger on why, but this man irked her.

She nodded her understanding but kept an eye on him as she made her way back towards Tim. Once she was close, she leaned in to whisper, [color=D4ADD5]"Tim, the man cutting the tree. Do you know him? I'm getting weird vibes from him and I don't like when that happens."[/color]