Much like the Inaba murder cases, the death count started to drop after a certain amount of time. Those who went missing would suddenly reappear unharmed, if shaken. It did nothing for the media's encroaching questions about a copycat killer.
But none of that was really important to the girl sitting quietly and staring down at her hands. Gwendolyn Dellingr, age 16...this wasn't her first visit to the police station, either. The first was when the death of her sister, Griselda, raised many questions. Involvement in criminal activity, anyone looking to hurt her...it pained Gwendolyn to talk about her now lost sister, but she provided everything she could on the matter.
It was also the only time her father came with her. All that time, his focus was on his deceased daughter.
Gwendolyn sits alone after being picked up by the police, emotionally exhausted after the hell she endured in her dungeon. Lingering traces of smudged make-up trailed beneath her eyes despite the many tear-soaked tissues. Certainly, the girl was shocked about all of this, but she could still listen and respond. She could tell them what happened.
Not that she expected anyone to believe her. How can she expect the police to believe talk of shadows and dungeons and personas? Even with some of that being made public, it's still a lot for anyone to wrap their heads around, Gwendolyn included. Still, it's what she'll tell them. She doesn't have the energy to lie or come up with a story...
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But none of that was really important to the girl sitting quietly and staring down at her hands. Gwendolyn Dellingr, age 16...this wasn't her first visit to the police station, either. The first was when the death of her sister, Griselda, raised many questions. Involvement in criminal activity, anyone looking to hurt her...it pained Gwendolyn to talk about her now lost sister, but she provided everything she could on the matter.
It was also the only time her father came with her. All that time, his focus was on his deceased daughter.
Gwendolyn sits alone after being picked up by the police, emotionally exhausted after the hell she endured in her dungeon. Lingering traces of smudged make-up trailed beneath her eyes despite the many tear-soaked tissues. Certainly, the girl was shocked about all of this, but she could still listen and respond. She could tell them what happened.
Not that she expected anyone to believe her. How can she expect the police to believe talk of shadows and dungeons and personas? Even with some of that being made public, it's still a lot for anyone to wrap their heads around, Gwendolyn included. Still, it's what she'll tell them. She doesn't have the energy to lie or come up with a story...