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you groaned, having come back home late one night from a long day, seeking the comfort of a bed and total rest. Not expecting anything else to go on, during that night.
However, fate seemed to have other plans; when they entered through the living room, you heard the noises that were unfamiliar, within the dark confines of their own home. Hairs standing on end, you would gently, albeit cautious, approaching directly for the course. No matter where they went through the house, the noises appeared to originate from a singular source.
The kitchen.
The tension thickened, the atmosphere more suspenseful the further they approached, hearing the noises of equipment rattling, and food being munched on. Inhaling a breath, you gathered their wits, taking the plunge of entering the unlit kitchen.
Turning on the light, they were met with a startling sight: Blake frozen, caught red-handed, food held in her arms. As they stared to one another, the intruder dropped her stolen food, and reached for her unsheathed blade.
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