𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒘𝒐 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯

SLOWLY BLINKING HER EYES OPEN, Charlotte groans as soon as she's fully conscious of her surroundings. "Oh, for fuck's sake," she mutters in frustration. "Again?"

From the end of the hospital bed, Melissa McCall chuckles. "Good timing, sweetheart." She grabs the patient file off the wall and looks to the girl with a small smile. "And I know you'll love that we need to get you out of here."

Charlotte's eyes brighten at her words and she throws off the blanket covering her legs, however, she instantly regrets it. She hisses at the throbbing pain on her arm that the action brings, and the sudden wave of nausea that hits her stomach. "How long was I out for?" she questions the nurse weakly.

"Just a few hours," Melissa says.

Then everything comes flooding back. Charlotte's eyes harden with fury as she speaks through gritted teeth. "I'm going to kill that bitch."

Melissa begins to undo her IV and she gives her a soft smile. "You aren't any time soon," she retorts. "Your arm's been stitched up and you've got a Grade Two concussion from blunt force trauma. We've given you some acetaminophen and a very low dose of morphine for the pain."

Charlotte sighs and shuts her eyes as she leans back into the uncomfortable pillow. "I hate hospitals," she mumbles.

"You're lucky. Normally we'd keep you overnight for observation, but the place's being evacuated; there's a big storm rolling in. Your mom's promised to watch you at home."

"Storm?" Charlotte asks in confusion. The hospital shouldn't be being evacuated just because of a storm. "Are we talking, like, a hurricane?"

Melissa sets the various tubes and chords aside to carefully help the girl out of the bed. "Hill Valley's under a flood watch," she informs her. "Power's already out in several towns around us."

Charlotte grunts as she stands up and touches her forehead at the shooting pain. "Where's Lydia?" she questions in concern. "Is she okay?"

"She's okay," Melissa reassures her, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Your mom's on her way to come get you."

As the pair slowly make their way through the corridor packed with the hospital's frantic staff and patients, both Melissa and Charlotte share a look at yell coming out of a nearby room. "Hey! Anyone want to tell me when they're getting my niece out of here?"

Immediately, Charlotte realises who the voice belongs to and she screws her eyes shut in irritation. Of course he's here. Melissa pokes her head into the room as they walk past. "Sorry, but -" But the second she locks eyes on who's standing inside, the woman quickly protectively steps in front of the teenager. "You're supposed to be dead," she points out.

"I get that a lot actually," Peter replies.

Suddenly, the monitors begin to beep rapidly and with a gasp, Cora lurches up in her bed and leans over the side to vomit a black liquid onto the floor. Charlotte moves a little closer and frowns in both concern and confusion as she spots the white pebbles within the blood. "Why is there mistletoe?"

Peter shakes his head, sharing her same confusion as he darts over to comfort his niece. "I don't know," he says slowly.

Melissa walks into the hallway and yells, "I need someone in here!"

As nurses race in to assist Cora, the former Alpha turns to the banshee and sighs at her harsh glare. "If it helps, I am sorry," he tells her.

She scoffs and steps forward, halting when Melissa gently holds onto her elbow to pull her back with a look of warning. "It doesn't help. And I don't need to hear your heartbeat to know that it's absolute bullshit." Peter sighs.

Thunder rumbles outside, and Melissa steers the reluctant blonde out of the room and toward the entrance of the building. "She'll be okay," she says, trying to sound reassuring.

Charlotte looks over her shoulder to Cora's room, then back to the woman beside her. "No, she won't. She's going to die if they don't find a cure. It's supernatural related."

Melissa's eyes widen in alarm as she pushes people aside to give them a clear path to the emergency department's doors. "Well, then, let's hope Scott's figured something out." Just as her lips close, the doors burst open and Scott, Stiles, Derek, and Jennifer race in, the older werewolf tightly gripping onto the Darach's arm. Charlotte's body instantly tenses and she instinctively touches her bandaged arm. "What are you doing here?" Melissa asks her son in confusion. "The hospital's evacuating."

"We're here for Cora," Scott informs them quickly.

Charlotte jabs a finger accusingly at Jennifer Blake. "Does she need to be here for that?" she snaps.

Jennifer rolls her eyes and Scott grimaces. "Just trust me," he tells her. She hesitantly nods. "Mom, you need to get out of here. Right now." Charlotte opens her mouth to protest and Scott turns back to her with a pointed look. "You too, Charles, you're hurt."

Melissa takes a deep breath and dips her head in acknowledgement. "Scott, the building is supposed to be clear in thirty minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back: one's ten minutes out, the other's twenty. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."

Scott nods as he takes in the information. "Got it," he replies. He smiles at Charlotte. "Get home, Lydia's there."

"Glad you're okay!" Stiles calls out.

The blonde chuckles as they rush away, but her eyes stayed glued on the back of Jennifer's head, like two daggers aimed and ready to fire at any second. Melissa breathes a sigh and gently holds her hand as she leads them back out to the front doors. "I know how much you probably want to stay and help but, honey, you won't be much use right now," she says softly.

"Mel!" Charlotte exclaims in offence. However, when another wave of nausea hits her stomach, she thickly swallows and nods. "Okay, yep, you're right. Home sounds good. Really good."

»»———-　　———-««

Now within the confines of the safe place she calls home, Charlotte stares at herself in her mirror. Raising her hand, she grazes her fingers over the mark from the garrotte used to strangle her that has just started to scab. A knock sounds at the door and Lydia creaks it open, softly smiling at the sight of her sister at her vanity. "I thought I heard you get home," she greets.

Charlotte locks eyes with her in the glass and smiles, jumping off her chair to wrap the girl into a tight hug, being careful to avoid both of their injuries. "How are you doing?" she whispers. "I was so worried about you."

The strawberry blonde sighs and buries her head in the crook of her sister's neck. "Tired," she answers. "But I should be the one asking you that. I heard about the hospital's evacuation."

She nods and pulls away, a frown overtaking her features as she spots the cut on Lydia's forehead, similar to her own. "Yeah, there's a big storm," she says, gesturing over to her window where rain heavily patters against it. "Your head-"

Lydia waves a hand to dismiss her. "It's fine, I took some painkillers." The girls arrange themselves on Charlotte's bed, grabbing various blankets and pillows to cuddle up in. When they both simultaneously sigh, they quietly giggle. For a few moments, they stare up at the ceiling, listening to the storm rage on outside. "Stiles' dad's gone," Lydia whispers. "He's been taken."

Charlotte's eyes widen in horror. "What? When?"

"Back in the classroom, you were pretty out of it so I'm not surprised you don't remember."

She runs a hand down her face and sighs. "Shit, Stiles must be a mess..."

"I think Scott's got a plan," Lydia says. She purses her lips together. "I hope he has a plan. He better have a plan."

Her sister nods and shifts her arm to find a more comfortable position. "He will," she confirms. "But whether it's a good one or not... that's an entirely different question."

Lydia cracks a small smile. "I pretty much came home after we took you to the hospital," she says quietly, playing with loose strands on the blanket. "I don't know what's happening, Mom's kinda banned me from leaving the house."

"I feel so bad," Charlotte murmurs. "She has no fucking clue what's happening."

Letting out a giggle, Lydia leans her head onto her sister's shoulder. "I know, she must be so confused..."

They fall into a comfortable silence once again. Thoughts race around within Charlotte's mind as she rethinks over the events of tonight. Banshee. The Wailing Women. The blonde sighs. "So, banshees, huh?"

Lydia's brows raise. "Yeah, I mean, it kinda makes sense. The screaming should have been a big sign."

"At least we know we aren't crazy anymore."

"Don't know about that... We're definitely still crazy."

Charlotte purses her lips. "At least we have a reason then."

Lydia heaves a sigh. "What a night..."

"What a fucking year."

»»———-　　———-««

The next morning, after an incredibly lengthy argument with her mother, Charlotte convinced her to let her go to school. That's where she was planning on going before Stiles rocked up to their front door at seven-thirty. Both the siblings stare at the boy sitting on the couch opposite them in disbelief. After what he's just told them? They're in a state of shock. "No, I don't believe it," Lydia says. "Scott can't really be with them. He can't be."

Stiles sighs as he recalls the exact moment last night when Scott had walked off with Deucalion. "You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was... he looked like he was lost."

Charlotte stays silent, unable to comprehend the information. Her best friend is with Deucalion. The people who killed Erica and Boyd. Melissa McCall, her second mother, has been taken alongside Noah Stilinski. But then she realises that Scott wouldn't do something like, anything like this, without thinking about it. "Does he know what he's doing?" she questions Stiles.

The boy nods. "I don't think he thought there was another way to save his mom," he answers. "And the FBI was there with the cops, more specifically Agent dickwad." Charlotte's jaw clenches at the indirect of Rafael McCall. Before either of the twins can ask why the FBI is suddenly in Beacon Hills, he adds, "Another long story. The point is, he told me that something had been drawn on the doors to the elevators..."

Lydia's eyes close. "Why do I have a feeling this is going to be even worse news..."

"It says Argent," Stiles reveals grimly. "Jennifer wrote Argent."

Charlotte's heart drops to her feet. "Are you sure?" she whispers. He nods. Her fingers begin to tremble against the fabric of the couch, an intense anxiety overwhelming her at the though of losing the only father figure she's had in years. She can't lose someone else.

Lydia's hand encloses over her sister's shaking one. "What does that mean? Is it, like, a warning or something?"

"Well, considering it was in super large, block letters... It feels like a warning to me," Stiles concludes with another sigh.

Charlotte pushes aside her emotional thoughts and tries to look at this in a different view. Something's not right. A warning doesn't fit Jennifer's playbook of how to be evil. All the other sacrifices, they've been out of the blue. "Why would she suddenly give us a heads up on who she's killing next, now?" she voices in confusion. "Why now? Why give us this?"

Stiles shrugs cluelessly. "No idea. Allison thinks it could be Morrell..."

The blonde-haired girl takes a deep breath. "Okay, then, what can we do?" she asks him.

Lydia nods. "I mean, we get that we're some kind of, like, human Geiger-counter for death, but..." She glances to the girl beside her. "We don't know how to turn it on and off yet."

"We can't control when it happens," Charlotte adds.
I guess it's a feeling. Or we don't remember at all. All I know is that she tried to kill us because of-" She cuts herself off with wide eyes.

Stiles frowns as he leans forward in his chair. "Because of what? Charles, what?"

"When she called us banshees," she says quietly. "She was surprised by it."

Lydia grimaces. "What if that's not why she tried to kill us?"

"Then why did she?"

The twins share a look and Charlotte stands up. "Yeah, I'd like to know that too."

»»———-　　———-««

As Charlotte follows her sister and Stiles down the staircase at Beacon Hills High School, she's lost in thought about Jennifer, Melissa and the Sheriff, and how Christopher Argent could possibly be the next sacrifice. The girl clenches her jaw at the throbbing pain in her arm that hasn't ceased since she woke up and throws painkillers into her mouth to nurse both the stab wound and the headache that has finally arrived. 

Lydia pockets her phone and picks up her pace to match Stiles'. "Aiden's not texting me back," she says.

With a sigh, Charlotte drops her water bottle back into her backpack. "And I assume no one's even bothered with Tyler..." When the twins finally realise that Stiles is no longer walking with them, they spin around to find him standing still in the middle of the corridor crowded with students. "Hey, you okay?" she asks in concern.

"Okay, well, maybe we could just... We could go over there-"

Charlotte cuts Lydia's rambling off when he grabs his phone, then stares at the screen. "Stiles?" she calls out. The familiar feeling of dread begins to quickly fill her stomach. "What is it?"

"It's from Isaac." The sisters share a look. "Jennifer, she t- she has Allison's father. She took him." His eyes flick to the ground as he mutters, "She's got all three now." Charlotte watches his shaking hand return his phone to his pocket and as she takes a step closer to him, she can hear how his breathing has become shorter.

"There's still time," Lydia tries to reassure him. "We still have time, right?" But as she realises that he's having a panic attack, just like her sister has, she looks to Charlotte in alarm.

The blonde-haired girl gently takes one of his hands. "Stiles, look at me." His eyes stop darting around and settle onto her as he gasps for air. "We're gonna somewhere quiet," she tells him firmly, yet softly at the same time. He gives her something that resembles a nod.

Leading Stiles next to her, she follows behind Lydia who carelessly pushes people aside to make room for the two, eventually stopping at the boy's locker room at the end of the corridor. The sisters' eyes meet for a split-second and they both understand their roles. As Lydia stands outside to make sure no one interrupts them, Charlotte pushes open the door just as Stiles breaks out of her grip and stumbles forward as he pants heavily, his bag thudding onto the ground behind him.

She quickly follows him as he crashes into one of the lockers, then she falls to the ground with him. As the boy continues to gasp, Charlotte moves in front of him and turns his head toward her. "Okay, Stiles, we're gonna try something, okay?"

"I-I can't breathe," Stiles manages to get out.

"What are five things that you can see?"

"W-What?"

She nods and gestures a hand around her. "I need you to tell me five things you can see, right now."

He lifts his head and his eyes begin to dart around the locker room. "You, shower- I-I can't breathe," he reiterates more frantically. Stiles flinches slightly when one of her hands gently encloses over his shaking ones. When he finds her encouraging smile, he unconsciously takes in a deep breath. "The lockers, and my bag."

Charlotte nods and dramatically inhales. "Okay, give me four things you can touch."

"Your hand," he begins breathlessly. "Tiles." As his breathing starts to even out, his spare hand blindly reaches out around him until he comes into contact with something. "The bench, and the locker." When he finishes, his eyes widen as he realises that he's still alive and can successfully breathe.

After shuffling back to give him some space, she waits a few moments to give him time to centre himself. "You okay?" she asks softly.

It takes him a second to slowly nod. "Yeah," he answers quietly. "How did you know how to do that?"

Charlotte sighs and leans her head against the locker. "Experience," she replies. "By being distracted with something else, you weren't overthinking about trying to breathe."

His lips twitch into a small smile. "Smart," he whispers, quickly wiping away a tear that falls down his cheek.

"I'll do you one better and suggest maybe looking for a counsellor to see. And again from experience, please not with Morrell."

Their chuckles fade away at sound of heels on the floor, and Lydia gives the pair small smiles as she looks between them. "You okay?" she asks Stiles.

"A little better, thanks." He falls quiet and his eyebrows furrow in thought as he stares into the empty space in front of him.

"Stiles?"

"... Morrell."

After explaining to the twins that he thinks Marin Morrell could know why Jennifer thought they were both dangerous enough to the point where she had to kill both of them, the trio burst into the guidance counsellor's office with determination. Upon finding the room already occupied, Stiles clears his throat. "Are you here for Ms Morrell?" he asks the girl waiting in the armchair.

Danielle arches an eyebrow. "No, I thought this was gym class," she deadpans.

Charlotte stifles a laugh and smiles at her friend. "Hey," she greets. "Do you know where she is?"

The dark-haired girl shrugs. "If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for twenty minutes!" She gestures a hand to the door, then to three standing before her. "So how about you all back out the door and wait your turn."

Lydia rolls her eyes impatiently. "We're not here for a session," she retorts.

"Well, I am, and I've got some serious issues to work on."

Charlotte sits down in the empty armchair beside Danielle with furrowed brows. "Hold on, did you say she's twenty minutes late?"

Danielle shrugs a shoulder. "And I don't know why either. She's always on time."

She looks to her sister and best friend. "She's never late," Charlotte agrees. "Like, not once in the three years I've been seeing her."

"Then she's not late," Stiles mutters in realisation. "She's missing."

"What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?" Lydia quietly questions.

Charlotte rolls her eyes. "Well, I don't know about you, but I want to know what she knows."

Stiles glances over to the door that is still wide open. He beelines over to the desk and yanks various drawers open to begin searching for something that could give them information on anything supernatural related. Danielle leans forward in her chair in alarm. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to find her," he answers simply.

"Those files are private!" Danielle exclaims.

The blonde-haired girl grimaces. "Yeah, I didn't mean to do that..."

Stiles grabs hold of two files and holds them out for the siblings. "Those are yours." Without hesitation, Charlotte snatches her file off Stiles. As she skims over a number notes taken in sessions and information about herself, she tries to refrain tears from springing into her eyes. It's different looking at this from another perspective; from the professional's perspective.  "Charles, your drawing..."

Charlotte's head snaps up at Stiles' voice. Her brows raise at the boy and when she follows his line of sight, her jaw drops once she notices an extremely familiar lizard mixed within the documents. "The bitch kept it!" she exclaims.

"It's really good," Danielle praises with an impressed nod.

She gives her a small smile. "Thanks."

But Stiles' face falls at what he finds within the other twin's patient file. "Wait... Lydia, you've got one too," he points out slowly.

Charlotte's attention turns to her sister's folder and her eyes widen at the sketch of a tree similar to the ones they had drawn a few weeks ago. "She kept yours?"

Stiles shakes his head at them and stands up from rummaging through the desk. "But that's the same one, though," he says.

Lydia sighs through her nose and looks up to him with a little irritation. "Same as what?" she questions.

His eyes flick between the girls, slightly puzzled as to why they don't know what he's talking about. "The same one I always see you both drawing in class."

Charlotte's eyes widen. "No, I've only drawn it once," she defends quickly. "That time in music class."

The strawberry blonde nods in agreement. "I don't draw trees."

Stiles rephrases his earlier sentence. "No, but it's the exact same one." He joins her side and grabs another piece of paper to compare it to the drawing in the notebook.

The siblings stare at the tree, then turn to each other in disbelief. "I don't remember doing that," Lydia says. "I swear it only happened that one time."

With a sigh in frustration, Charlotte drags a hand down the side of her face. "And welcome to my world," she mutters.

"Give me your bag," he instructs, but he doesn't give Lydia any time to hand it over as he begins rummaging through the red leather satchel himself. Upon finding another notebook inside, Stiles quickly flips through it until he finds what he's looking for. The second book is placed down next to the first, and once they see what's being compared, the Martin twins' jaws drop. Lydia's three drawings aren't the same, they're identical. Down to the more detailed sketching on the trunks and the number of branches each owns.

When he turns to Charlotte, she nods and pulls her own book out of her backpack. The second she opens the first page, she groans and throws the notepad onto the desk, yet another tree front and centre. "Not again!" Stiles flicks through the pages of each of their books, revealing another tree on every second page. They're all mirror images of the other: the same tree but varying in different sizes and ink colours.

Danielle stares at the books and she eventually nods in defeat, completely appalled at what she has stumbled into. "Okay, you can have my session," she says quickly. "You got bigger issues... See you, Charles."

Lydia turns to her sister in alarm. "This is like what happened to you?"

Charlotte sighs. "Yep. But last time they weren't identical." She points to multiple drawings displayed on the desk. "These are exactly the same." As she traces the tree with her finger, her brows draw together in confusion. "How the fuck is that possible?" When Stiles' remains quiet, she rolls her eyes. "Okay, I know this is creepy, but could you at least say something? Reassure us that maybe everything is going to be okay? And that we aren't crazy, psychotic nut jobs that belong in Eichen?"

Stiles' face falls, either her words flying over his head or he ignores her, as he stares at one of the trees. Slowly,  he rotates the notebook so that they are looking at the drawing upside down. Now, the picture is portrayed to be the trunk of a tree with the branches being the masses of roots of the plant.  "I know where they are," he states suddenly.

Charlotte looks at him with incredulity. "You know where they are by looking at a tree?"

He waves a hand around the desk covered in a mess of various papers and documents and makes his point clear without any words. Quickly, the three teenagers rush around and return Morrell's office as to how it appeared when they first entered. "It's called the Nemeton," Stiles explains as he shuts the door behind them. "That's where she's keeping them, it has to be. It's a story Peter told Cora and I-"

Lydia scoffs. "How could you believe anything he tells you?"

"I don't think we got the full story, but some of it has to be true. It was how Derek's eyes were blue instead of yellow like Scott's... He, well, he killed his girlfriend out of mercy in a root cellar; the Nemeton."

Charlotte shrugs. "Explains why he's such a grumpy Yoda..." As Lydia and Stiles converse, she finally gets the chance to message Allison.

Alli ➴♡

I heard about your dad, I'm so sorry
Stiles, Lydia and I think we've got something

Will keep you updated as soon as we can <3
I'm so glad you're ok, I just really need to see you

I know me too
Do you have someone with you??

Isaac

That same hot flush of jealously returns. Allison and Isaac have a purely platonic relationship. They're just friends. Charlotte frowns. Right?

"Stilinski!"

Her head lifts from her phone at the voice and when spotting the person it came from, her eyes narrow in anger. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," she hisses.

Stiles spins around and immediately groans in frustration. "Agh..." He turns back to his friends and ignores the incoming presence of the one person he doesn't want to be seeing again today. "All right, look, go to Derek, okay? He and Peter, they've been there before, so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, all right? They'll know."

"Okay. Good luck with..." Charlotte points to the man walking over to them. "Well... that..." As herself and Lydia break away, the blonde-haired girl locks gazes with Rafael McCall. With a condescending smile, she raises her middle finger to him.

Lydia chuckles at her sister and tugs onto her good arm, pulling her down the hallway. "Was that Scott's dad?"

She nods, then shudders."Yeah. Ugh. Don't know why the fuck he thought he'd be welcome here... I just hope that Stiles kicks his ass more than once." When she spots the look of amusement Lydia is giving her, she quickly adds, "Verbally of course. Because it would be a felony to physically assault an FBI agent."

»»———-　　———-««

Following Lydia up the many staircases to reach Derek's loft, Charlotte bites onto her fingernails. "Do you reckon Derek will be pissed?" she suddenly asks.

Lydia's head snaps over to her, her eyes wide in alarm. "Why? What did you do?"

"Not what I've done, it's what I'm going to do." She grins. "Because I plan to brutally murder his uncle."

With a shake of her head, Lydia chuckles. "Look, all we're here for is to talk to them, okay? Not threaten to murder Peter."

"Threaten?" Charlotte repeats in confusion. "Nobody mentioned threaten."

Lydia sighs and looks to her sister seriously as they stop by the apartment's barn door. "As much as I would love that, let's focus on saving everyone first."

"Yeah, of course." Right as she raises her fist to knock, the door swings open. Charlotte's heart leaps into her throat and she holds her breath.

Peter Hale looks between the girls standing before him. Lydia is frozen to her spot, her eyes wide and jaw clenched as she stares at him. "You," she whispers.

"Me," he replies with a hint of guilt attached to his tone.

"You," Lydia repeats quietly.

Charlotte's eyes flick between her sister and Peter like she's watching a tennis match. It's the first time Lydia is seeing the man since he had emotionally blackmailed her into bringing him back to life. Peter sighs and lowers his eyes to the floor. "Me..." His gaze falls onto the blonde. "I heard your chatter. I don't plan on dying again any time soon."

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Charlotte places a finger onto her chin in thought. "This time I can put your ashes on our mantel piece. Maybe in that really expensive vase we have..."

Lydia bites her lip to refrain a small smile, thankful for her sister's extreme way to relieve the tension. Peter appears very unamused as he looks over his shoulder to call out, "Derek, we have visitors!" He glances back to Charlotte who gives him a murderous grin. "One is feeling significantly more violent than the other."

Derek appears from around a pillar and his lips slightly lift at the sight of the two girls. "I heard and I fully support it," he calls out.

Charlotte smiles. "Aw thanks, dude."

Peter rolls his eyes and waves his hand around him. "Care to explain the impromptu visit?"

Lydia shares a brief look with her sister and she sighs. "It's about the Nemeton."

Both men look to each other, and the atmosphere suddenly shifts. Derek nods. "Go."

Upon being told that Stiles had referred the sisters to them, both born werewolves grimly reveal that they do not know the location of the Nemeton. Charlotte stares at the two. "You don't know where it is?" she questions loudly. "What do you mean 'You don't know where it is?'"

Peter narrows his eyes. "We mean we don't know where it is," he reiterates.

Lydia looks confused as she adds, "Stiles said you'd been there before..."

"We have," Peter answers with a huff. He looks over to Derek who hasn't piped up since the beginning of the conversation. "But after a couple memorable experiences, Talia, Derek's mother and my older sister, decided that she didn't ever want us going back. She knew how dangerous it was and took the memory of its location from us."

"Then how the fuck are we supposed to find it?"

𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 3𝘣! 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦