[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=SandyBrown]Pebble Meyers[/color][/h3][hr]
Pebs awoke to darkness, which didn’t bother her until she heard a voice—an unknown voice—in the room. Snapping up, she looked around frantically, making out a very faint outline on one side of the room. Whoever or whatever it was, they were blocking some sort of faint light, and Pebs didn’t like this situation one bit. Her mind dug out her parents’ warnings: Cities are dangerous and full of crime. Going meant she could be robbed or kidnapped if not murdered, and kidnapped was exactly the situation that fit her here and now, unsure of how she got here and with only murky memories of the day before. And, unfortunately, whoever was blocking the light was not making a good case for themselves, going on about ‘getting him’ and ‘freaking him out.’

Blinking, Pebs realized that it’d be strange for a kidnapper to say he was ‘freaked out,’ but what did she know? She’d never been kidnapped. But, say she wasn’t kidnapped. Maybe she’d hit her head and this was just a dark room in a hospital or something of that sort. Weren’t there conditions that made people sensitive to light? Had she been diagnosed with one of those?

[color=SandyBrown]“H-hello? Is someone there?”[/color] Her voice was shaky as she felt at her head, almost afraid of what she’d find. But, thankfully, she seemed to be fine. The surface against her back was a wall, as far as she could feel, and the hard ‘pillow’ she thought she’d felt turned out to be her backpack. Some more blind pats revealed that she was, in fact, sitting on the floor, which aligned more with a kidnapping situation. 

At this point, her heart was in her throat, and she curled her legs to her chest, reaching for her trusty army knife and thanking her lucky stars when her fingers wrapped around it. Now armed, she felt braver and more prepared to ask questions.

[color=SandyBrown]“W-where am I? Who are you?”[/color] 

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