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There's nothing that can be done, it's over
A moment later, Molly and Det. Brighton were at the park sitting down on one of the benches; with her drenched in tears and him just sitting there with his head down completely lost on what to say or do.
Molly believed Vera was going to provide her with the answers needed to help her end what was happening to her but no, what she just told them was the worst thing she possibly could. She was supposed to tell them how to stop the chasen from taking more of her lives but she didn't, all she said was that the chasen was going to continue coming after her and that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Was that all there was going to be to her life? The chasen killing her and her waking up as more random people. It was bad enough that there was nothing they could do to stop the chasen but her lives running out, that was what had them both breaking out into one cold sweat right after the other.
Not being able to do anything to stop the chasen from kil
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