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With one hand on the wheel and her body eased back, she ruffled her dark waves and hummed to the radio. Making a soft turn on a winding road through familar woods, a sign stuck in the ground was illuminated by her car's headlights.

Welcome to Beacon Hills

Green eyes scanned the skyline haphazardly, the long road coming upon a four way stop in the town. Originally she would've taken a left but due to past events, she went straight and further towards civilization.

The radio fizzed out into static, San Francisco's music no longer in range.

Turning off the system with only a thought powering the action, she made a couple turns and never once hit a red light. She put down the break pedal, shifting the gear to park. Sighing as she turned off her lights and removed her keys, she got out of the car.

Distant gun fire and howling caught her attention, a sound of girlish screams following not too long after as she pulled a bag from the backseat.

"Beacon Hills has yet to change," she muttered, walking up to the building in front of her with sarcasm in her voice. "So good to be back."

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