Teresa was in the bakery when she heard a commotion outside. Frowning, she walked around the counter and stepped out the glass door, her eyes turning to the sky.

A horrible feeling twisted in her stomach. "... Jesus Christ..." she whispered, suddenly crossing herself.

#TheDemonicTakeover

"... Are you following me?"

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"And what exactly are you supposed to be?"

"It's coming down pretty hard out there, isn't it?"

Teresa was invited to a house party by an acquaintance. Her eyes are scanning the room now, looking for a soul to strike up a conversation with.

Stepping out onto her balcony, Teresa sucked in a lungful of frigid night air.

Taking a seat on the grate, the cold of the metal seeping through her jeans. She drew a blunt from the pocket of her coat, holding it between her lips as she flicked her lighter. It was old, and didn't seem to --

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𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮.
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Teresa exhaled her breath, seeing a cloud of vapor rise from her lips and vanish into the cold air. It was late, the starless sky of Gotham stretching out above in an infinite blackness.

She was currently at a rail yard that was not frequently--

ᅠᅠstarter call.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ♡ for a gif starter with context.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ⟳ for a regular starter.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠDM to plot.