[center][color=e34234][h1][b]ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴀ ɴ ᴏ ʀ  ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ɴ ɢ[/b][/h1][/color][/center][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#e34234][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Marigold Festival, Mineral Springs Park & Lagoon[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]September 7th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent]Eleanor returned his answer with a curious yet cautious stare.

His gaze lingered on the Chinese-American, as if he had taken quite an interest in Eleanor. The vague response he gave–that she likely looked fine with any of the assorted jewelry laid out on the table–certainly didn't help his case, either. Perhaps he was simply giving his opinion, but it made Eleanor wary. She had known rambunctious men before, and even dated one in high school. Maybe Eleanor was simply overthinking things, but coquettish men were trouble, or so she had told herself for numerous years.

Before Eleanor could reply, however, a horrific scene began to unfold before their very eyes. Someone screamed, and all eyes fell upon an older gentleman that had recently suffered a heart attack. A man, likely around Eleanor's age, sprinted to his side and began applying CPR, but something seemed [i]off[/i].

[color=e34234]"Hey,"[/color] Eleanor began, though uncertainty wavered within her voice. [color=e34234]"He's... he's alive! His eyes just opened."[/color]

Little did Eleanor know, however, that she had just signed the man's death certificate. The elderly man latched onto his savior, and sunk his brittle teeth into his lips. [url=https://youtu.be/CXowYOVuX7g?t=13]Blood spewed[/url] from the youth, coating the senior in the rich, red substance, yet he paid no attention to it. To him, the helpful stranger was naught but a juicy turkey leg, chowing away at what once was a man's mouth.

Others screamed. Some ran for help. And all Eleanor could do is stand in fear.[/indent][/indent]