[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9C00FF]Jack Gold[/color][/h1][img]https://em.wattpad.com/c710e06e7be2e8cf804fcdda9a91738fe8b12f5e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6f7977564951515332716e3173773d3d2d3530353932363935302e313531646638653466643632636237313738343735313530363832382e676966?s=fit&w=720&h=720[/img][hr][color=9C00FF]Location:[/color]  the Orphanage
[color=9C00FF]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	[color=9C00FF]"...Isabella, you aren't the only one who got a letter like this... I did too and so did Megan, and we [i]both[/i] were adopted too, from this orphanage actually... I don't know about you, but this is getting more then a little bit weird... Since what are the odds that multiple people get the same letter? None of it is making any sense to me about this... But we can talk about that later, right now we should probably just figure out why there was a dead man at the orphanage and what happened."[/color]

	With those words, Jack fell silent, putting the letter back where he had found it and glanced out the car window, just waiting to get there, and figuring there was a chance that Megan probably got there before them. It wouldn't have surprised him if she had, but he didn't say anything else. The whole thought that Isabella had gotten a letter like they did was a bit odd, maybe they could figure this thing out. When she parked the car, he got out of it and looked at her. [color=9C00FF]"Come on, let's go,"[/color] he said as he headed inside of the Orphanage.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A36AC7]Rosalia Rider[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/l3vRofYKCYCY16cgg/source.gif[/img][hr][color=A36AC7]Location:[/color] the Streets
[color=A36AC7]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	Rosalia gave him a bit of a weird look, [color=A36AC7]"Right and I'm the queen of France. There is no way that fairy tales and stories like that are real. It's just not possible. Not sure how you pulled off that trick really with the fireball but still, things don't add up. Even if, for some weird reason I believed you, why did we end up here? And also, I ain't no kid of a Fairy Tale character, if I were, seriously doubt my life would be this screwed up,"[/color] she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes ever so slightly.

	However, a part of her did hesitate slightly. He offered her the chance to know what it was exactly that he was talking about, and a small part of her really [i]did[/i] want to believe what it was that he was saying. If her parents were off in another world or something, one of fairy tales and had sent her away to safety, then maybe she hadn't been dropped off at that orphanage because no one wanted her around. She did want to believe in this, and she decided to hell with it anyway. [color=A36AC7]"...Alright, I'll hear what exactly it is that you have to say..."[/color]