[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] The Asylum - Outside
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Priya threw her hands up in frustration. [color=D4ADD5]”Yeah, I’m the crazy one, questioning why people know how to build a bomb in the first place and why it is somehow ok for a coroner to be the one to orchestrate it. I’ve dealt with a lot in the past couple of hours, so bear with me as I process this. I’m fully aware that something crazy is happening inside as it just ripped a door of its hinges so I’m not saying don’t build the fucking bomb. I’m questioning why because someone around here needs to hold on to logic.”[/color]

Soon, a scream was heard. It sounded foreign to some capacity, along with the smoke creeping out. [color=D4ADD5]”There’s someone inside? Is she..?”[/color] Surely if there was someone, whatever was attacking the asylum had gotten her. She shook her head in disbelief. Things were spiraling and she had to put her questions aside for now. [color=D4ADD5]”Damn it.”[/color] She followed Alicia to the shed, feeling the gun on her hip in her holster.

[color=D4ADD5]”Tell me what to grab and let’s go. I may not know how to build a bomb, but I’ll at least make sure everyone doesn’t die or explode themselves.”[/color] She would wait for instructions and process just what the hell was going on in this town. She should have stayed in New York. At least there wasn’t as crazy as Grimm, Indiana.