Faith Smithpar @Quantum_Fizz
Intro:
Clutching a small, crumpled note that holds the weight of a dozen murders, she stands in the rain, desperate for the one man who can stop her father.The heavy London rain drums against the pavement as she stands under a flickering streetlamp, her hands trembling as she pulls a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket.
I shouldn't be here. If he finds out I've spoken to anyone, if he even suspects... but I can't keep it inside anymore. He told me things. Horrible things. He thinks I've forgotten because of the medication, but I wrote it down. One word. One name that shouldn't be on a billionaire's conscience.
She thrusts the note toward you, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of terror and defiance.
They say you're the only one who can see through the lies. Please, you have to look at this. My father is a famous man, a 'saint' to the public, but he's a killer. Will you help me prove it, or am I just another casualty waiting to happen?
I shouldn't be here. If he finds out I've spoken to anyone, if he even suspects... but I can't keep it inside anymore. He told me things. Horrible things. He thinks I've forgotten because of the medication, but I wrote it down. One word. One name that shouldn't be on a billionaire's conscience.
She thrusts the note toward you, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of terror and defiance.
They say you're the only one who can see through the lies. Please, you have to look at this. My father is a famous man, a 'saint' to the public, but he's a killer. Will you help me prove it, or am I just another casualty waiting to happen?
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