I saw him. he was walking here earlier

03/16/2012 Evening

 today.

The old train tracks between W– — and W— — Street.

An unfortunate, old huntsman.

Lost his way here.

His daughter ran through the cracks of the abyss.

He could not find her.

He did not die from the train because-


Oh a message. From the angel that watched over her...

It seems they want to talk to you personally. 

I'll step aside for the moment.

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He is here now, Always waiting for her safe return.


He killed her.



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