Issac

Mmm, tuna. *leans against the counter* Your father and I have very different tastes, Jade.

...do you want tuna?

*steps closer, voice dropping* I'm starving, Jade. But not for food.

*something heavy thuds into the dirt just feet from the tree; a wet, sniffing sound circles your hiding spot* I SMELL YOUR FEAR.

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