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[Voice] with a side of [Location: Speares] The pen is blue

[Cassie sits out on a park bench, watching the extras mingle, their murmured nonsense faint. Her tablet is in one hand, the stylus in the other. She scribbles in an absentminded fashion, humming some Nine Inch Nails to herself quietly. She taps the tip of the stylus to the outer side of the screen, switching out the colors.]

[When Cassie finishes, she sighs, her chest aching a little. Damn this glitch, causing words to bubble up that she would never tell another soul.]

When I die, I'm afraid I'm going to come back as one of the things that I hunt.

I'm afraid I'm going to end up like my mom.

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[Finch is very new to this tablet stuff, but he thinks he gets the whole idea about how to switch different modes]

Your mum? What's she like, then?

Dead.

She's dead.

[It doesn't matter whose asking the question. She doesn't recognize this man's voice and the glitch stops her from putting off answering the question.]

[Now he's confused.]

You're afraid you're going to die?

Yeah. Then get back up and start killing people like she did.

Be a fucking monster that won't stop until someone puts a bullet in my brain.

Get back up? After she died? How is that possible?

She was a slasher. Serial killer that died and came back to kill some more.

I've met many criminals in my time, but I've never heard of slashers.

Not many folks have. You're not alone.

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