[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] Sherrif's Station
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b]N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Priya felt the warning of not being killed was in poor taste, given the fact death seemed to swarm this city. She wouldn't say such, of course. Tim seemed to be at the end of his rope and she would not add to it further. [color=D4ADD5]"We'll take care of it. Good luck."[/color] Telling the parents, spouse, children, or what have you the news of a death was never easy, but it was needed to provide closure and help with the grieving process.

She let Riley take the lead and walked outside to the car. [color=D4ADD5]"Yeah, sure."[/color] She waited to get their supplies, assuming it would be the basics, but perhaps they needed more? If this was the same serial killer clown that was running around, she had already claimed too much. This town was screwed up, she decided. She missed New York, where there was violence and danger, but it was expected. Not somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Indiana.