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A scream, a banshee’s cry that could pierce the walls of every cabin on the island. It was not a scream of anger or excitement, it was terror, and it’s arrival made Flare shoot up from her sleep out of anxiety. [color=fbd178]“Lilly...did you hear that?”[/color] She asked with a gruff voice that had not had the time to wake up yet. [color=fbd178]“That didn’t sound pleasant, I want to see what’s going on.”[/color] Rubbing her eyes, she began to drop  her feet on the ground. Looking at the nightstand, she grasped for her jacket, but as she pulled her arm into one of the sleeves, that familiar TV lit up again.

“A body has been discovered!”

Flare froze. Despite having put on her jacket, a frozen chill crawled through her entire body. As she slowly turned her head to Lilly, she could see the fear in Flare’s eyes. With the sound of the handcuff dropping to the floor, Flare darted out of the cabin at breakneck speed, staring into the distance, and to the crowd surrounding Naomi’s cabin. But as she closed the distance, each step became smaller than the last, until her movement had completely halted in front of the crowd.

[color=fbd178]“What is this? Why are you all standing here?”[/color] Her voice was quiet, and it took every ounce of will she had to take the necessary steps forward and look inside the cabin, only to regret ever doing so. It was true, a body had been discovered, and this wasn’t a prank or a sick joke anymore; it was real. Clenching her fists, Flare looked closer at Naomi, at her pale skin and her unmoving position, to the cut at her throat. It was disgusting, absolutely horrible, and as she kept looking, her fists turned white and as a question brewed inside of her.

[color=fbd178]“...Who did this?”[/color]