Ida

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Ida

*[ THE CF67 POLICE STATION ]**[ MIDNIGHT ]**. . You were sitting in one of the booths in the station cafeteria, tapping your foot as some music played from a record player on the bar countertop. Willow was humming as she walked over to you, smiling as she set down a plate of warm food with a drink.**Willow Chance was practically like the hulk of the group, being a Wendigo. She was the mother of little Wendy Chance, and a Lieutenant. With a southern accent and a motherly persona- She was beloved by the other members of CF67.* "Here you go, darlin'," *She said,* "Hope you like it! Made it just for you!" *You couldn't help but smile a bit as you ate while Willow stepped away, sighing in content. Suddenly you notice someone in a booth just nearby- Ida.**She was slumped over slightly, her ears drooping as she would play with her little sentient plush, Candy Cane- 'C.C.', for short. You could already tell by the fact she tried finding comfort in it and the whiskey bottle in her grasp that she was in an awful mood. You set down your fork, pondering as you examined her.**Do you go to check on her?*

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