America

Char was home alone, watching TikTok POVs when there was a knock of the door. They had always been told not to answer the door if they were home alone but she decided to. Why? She was bored. They peeked outside through a bedroom window and saw a blonde woman , maybe in her mid-thirties , standing there.

She went and opened the door. "Um, hi? Can I help you?" Char asked. "Julie Jones?" The woman said. 

"Yeah, that's my legal name. Who are you?" 

"Irene Valleyway. I need you to come with me."

"Why?"

"Just come with me."

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As the boy left, Hazel put an oversized T-shirt on. He had paid her around $100 which should be enough for the month. She heated up some leftover spaghetti and ate it. Her apartment was a little lonely, she could admit that. But oh well. Anywhere was better than home, where she was being abused by her father. It had been three years since she ran away. She wondered how Mary and her mother were. Probably safe in the afterlife, given that they had died when she was eleven.

Midway through her bowl, there was a knock at the door. Hazel assumed it was another boy and opened the door, seeing a blonde woman. "Oh, hello ma'am. Can I help you with anything?" Hazel asked. "Hazel Montgomery?" Irene spoke. "Yeah?" Hazel said quietly. She was freaking out. Did someone report her for prostitution? Shit. 

"My name is Irene Valleyway. Please, come with me." Irene led Hazel out. Hazel went with the blonde because she knew eventually she'd get caught and arrested. It was only a matter of when.

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Ash grabbed at the gift her parents at got her and smiled. Sure, she had whined and begged and screamed for it, but she still got it. Her parents had just left to get some groceries whilst she was in a weird state of childish euphoria. There was a knock. Ash set down her gift and answered the door. "What do you want?" Ash said coldly. "Maya Leslie?" Irene said.

"Ash. Maya's my deadname." She rolled her eyes. "Of course. But, I need you to come with me." Irene said. "Why?" Ash asked. 

"I'll explain later. Just come with me."

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Next house. A knock came and Janet opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?" Janet asked. "I'm here for your son, James." Irene said. "Of course! James, a woman is here for you!" Janet called out and James ran downstairs.

"James Turner?"

"Yeah, that's me." James said. "Who are you ma'am?"

"My name is Irene Valleyway." She said solemnly. "Come with me." "But why?" He asked. "This will all be explained later." She said and James followed her.

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Leslie was vibing with their newest foster family. They had been left alone with their foster parents' twelve year old daughter who was doing whatever it is she was doing. The doorbell rang and he went to go answer it. "Hey, can I help you?" She asked looking at the woman. "Olivia Cooper?" Irene asked and Leslie shook her head. "That's my legal name but Leslie is my chosen name." They said.

"Got it. Will you come with me?" Irene said. "Oh, hell yes!" Leslie said and ran out the house, excited as fuck.

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Damien sighed. Finally he was home alone. Away from his dad and then someone knocked. It was probably his dad's friend or something. He opened the door. "Damien Carter?" Irene asked and he nodded. "Great. I need you to come with me." She said. "Um...alright?" He said but didn't question anything.

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Sunny was being radical, as per usual. Bopping to Hamilton and DEH. After all they were home alone so what could they do? Vibe. A knock came at the door and they went to go answer it. Sunny opened the door and saw a blonde woman.

"Are you here to kill me?" They asked and Irene sighed. "No, no I am not." She said. "Katie Parker?" "That would be me." Sunny shrugged. "It's my legal name."

"Okay, come with me." Irene said. Sunny was gonna put up a fight but they figured it would be best to just go with the woman.

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Thomas was at , yet again , another homeless shelter. It was more run down but still better then leaving on the streets. He was walking through the halls when one of the employees approached him. "Thomas, come with me." She said and led him towards the front desk to be greeted by Irene.

"Thomas Reed?"

"Yes, what's up?" They asked quite casually. "My name is Irene Valleyway." She said. "I need you to come with me right now."

Thomas skipped over to Irene and went outside with her.

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Chloe sighed. She sat down on the steps outside of her house when a car pulled up and a blonde woman stepped out. She didn't think anything of it. Her mom did have a lot of friends so maybe this was one of them. Irene stopped in front of her. "Chloe Edward?" She said.

"Um...yeah. That's me." Chloe said. "My mom's inside if you're one of her friends." Irene merely shook her head. "I'm not here for your mother. I need you to come with me." She said. "....Why?" The brunette asked. "All will be explained later." Irene said. "Just come with me."

Chloe complied with Irene, because she didn't know what she was capable of and didn't want to get hurt.

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Bread was humming to themself. No song in particular, just humming. They were in their own little world when someone knocked. They skipped over to the door and opened it. "Hi, can I help you?" Bread asked. "Angela Summers?" Irene asked.

Bread shook their head. "I've started going by the name Bread. But, yeah, I guess that would be me!" They smiled and Irene nodded. "Okay. I'm Irene Valleyway. I would appreciate it if you came with me." She said. Bread , being naïve asf , nodded and followed Irene. What could go wrong? They thought.

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The Netherlands

"Bye Esmee, I'll see you later!" Lana waved to her friend as she walked away. A car soon pulled up. "Okay, it's just another one of my mom's drug dealer friends." They whispered. Irene approached Lana. "Lana Visser?" She said.

Oh shit they want me. She thought. "Uh, yeah. That's me. Little miss Lana Visser." "Perfect. I need you to come with me." Irene gestured towards the car. "Well, I have nothing better to do." The teen shrugged and walked towards the car.

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England

Elisa (A/N : randomly selected nickname) walked around her house. She had just moved into a new apartment in Manchester and was enjoying being alone. They had just gotten comfortable on the couch when someone knocked. They rolled their eyes and got up to open the door. It was probably just a neighbor welcoming her or whatever.

She opened the door, seeing a blonde woman. "Hi, are you one of my neighbors?" Elisa asked and the blonde shook her head. "No. I'm from New York City. Elisabeth Saous?" Irene asked. "Um....yeah? That's me." They looked around behind Irene. Was anyone else with her? "Who are you?"

"My name is Irene Valleyway." She said. "Will you come with me?" Elisa nodded and went with Irene. She was nineteen and adventurous. Besides, what else was there to do?

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Jordan was sprawled out across the floor, blaring music into her headphones. Both her parents and siblings weren't home so she was free to do whatever the fuck she pleased. She took out the headphones and went by the front door to look outside. Ah, being rich is fun. She thought to herself and giggled. As she began walking away from the door, someone knocked.

She decided to answer it in case some hand-throwing was needed. "Jordan Taylor?" Irene asked. Jordan was somewhat stunned. Usually people came here looking for her parents. But whatever. "Yeah, that's me." She said. "Will you come with me?" Irene said. 

Jordan was hesitant. But what could go wrong? She had been taught self-defense when she was five and hasn't forgotten anything since.

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Scotland

Abigail pulled out some makeup her friend had bought for her. She felt lucky. She had gotten away from the conversion camp her parents had sent her to and was now staying with a friend. Though, she was currently home alone and that gave her a shit ton of anxiety. But oh well. She'd probably be fine.

Someone knocked at the door. Abigail was hesitant to answer but she did remember her friend's mom had said she was expecting a guest. She looked out the window to see a blonde women and went downstairs and opened the door. "Hey, I'm sorry but Laura isn't here right now." Abigail said. She utterly detested the sound of her voice. "I'm not here for Laura. Lucas Smith?" Irene said.

Abigail shook her head. "I'd prefer it if you didn't call me Lucas. I go by Abigail and my pronouns are she/her." She said and Irene nodded. "My apologies. But , given that tells us that it is you , will you come with me?" Irene asked. "I'm not sure if I should." Abigail said solemnly.

"Abigail, please come with me. It is very important." Irene reached into her pocket as a way to sorta scare her. Abigail put her hands up and followed Irene.

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Wales

Emily whistled. Her parents were out at the store and she was vibing, making some cupcakes. She was impressed that she hadn't burnt the kitchen down by now. She began eating her cupcakes when the doorbell rang. She looked out the window. "Did mom say she was expecting guests?" She whispered to herself. She shrugged and went to answer it. "Bonjour!" She smiled.

"Emily Reneé?" Irene asked solemnly. "Oh, uh, yes. That's me." Emily said. "Will you come with me?" Irene said. "Uh..." Emily thought for a moment. She didn't want to go, but she didn't know if Irene would hurt her if she didn't. "...Okay."

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Northern Ireland

Bee watched as her parents left. Finally, she was home alone. Time to blast each and every song on her playlist. From Addison Grace, to mxmtoon, to girl in red. Prom Dress had just started up when someone knocked. She was highly reluctant to answer it. After all, her parents had always told her not to answer the door while she was home alone. But , this time around , she decided to answer it. Why? Well, who knows?

"Bee Wilson?" Irene said. She was already intimidated. "Um, yeah. That's me. Who are you?" She said. Did I do something wrong?

"My name is Irene Valleyway. I need you to come with me." Irene instructed. Bee wasn't sure what to do. She had wanted to get away from her parents for awhile now and now she was being given a free pass. But going with Irene would mean leaving behind some of her friends, like Nikki. In the end, she decided to go. "Honestly, say less." She said and went out to the car.

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France

Celeste was sliding around her house on socks. "I did nothing wrong, but I got on the blacklist!" She sung along. They enjoyed being home alone. Being home alone meant being away from her father and that's just what they liked. Eventually, her doorbell rang. She skipped over to the door and opened it. "Hey, my dad isn't here." She said. Her dad did have a lot of friends. Asian, white, black, Latino, gay, straight, bi, female, male, non-binary, you name it.

"I'm not here for your father. Celeste Caron-Ibrahim?" Irene said. "Um....yeah...?" She said. Her father had mentioned sending her to a conversion camp and they were paranoid that this is who would be taking her there.

"Come with me." The older women instructed. Celeste was about to run but didn't know what would happen and complied.

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Australia

{T/W : guns and mentions of abuse}

Layla sat by the front door. Thankfully, she had caught a break from her older brother's abuse. Someone soon knocked at the front door. She flinched at the knocking sound but quickly opened it. Noah walked out behind his sister. "H-Hello ma'am." Layla said. "Can we help you?"

Irene shook her head. "Noah and Layla Manning?" The brother and sister looked at one another and Noah pushed Layla to the side. "That's us." He said. "Wonderful. You two, come with me." She said. "Hell no." Noah said and was about to slam the door when Irene pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. "You two, come with me." She repeated. Both complied.

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Botswana

"The fuck am I, their maid?" Brayma mumbled to herself. It wasn't the first time a family had asked her to clean their house from top to bottom. The short of it was that being a foster kid kinda sucks ass. Once she finished, the doorbell rang. Her foster mom did order a lot of packages so she figured that's what it was and opened the door. When she saw Irene she wasn't sure what to do.

"Brayma Moloi?" Irene said and Brayma nodded. "Yes ma'am. That's me. May I ask your name?" She assumed Irene was coming to take her to yet another foster home. "Irene Valleyway. Please come with me." Brayma complied.

{A/N : yay forcing myself to write}

Here I present to you, Lana's conversation translated into Dutch :

"Dag Esmee, ik zie je later!" Lana zwaaide naar haar vriendin terwijl ze wegliep. Al snel stopte er een auto. 'Oké, het is gewoon weer een vriend van mijn moeders drugsdealer.' Ze fluisterden. Irene liep naar Lana toe. "Lana Visser?" Ze zei.

Oh shit, ze willen me. Zij dacht. 'Eh, ja. Dat ben ik. Kleine mevrouw Lana Visser.' 'Perfect. Ik wil dat je met me meekomt.' Irene gebaarde naar de auto. "Nou, ik heb niets beters te doen." De tiener haalde zijn schouders op en liep naar de auto.

and here is Celeste's translated into French :

Céleste glissait dans sa maison sur des chaussettes. "Je n'ai rien fait de mal, mais je suis sur la liste noire!" Elle a chanté. Ils aimaient être seuls à la maison. Etre seuls à la maison signifiait être loin de son père et c'est ce qu'ils aimaient. Finalement, sa sonnette sonna. Elle sauta vers la porte et l'ouvrit. "Hé, mon père n'est pas là." Elle a dit. Son père avait beaucoup d'amis. Asiatique, blanc, noir, latino, gay, hétéro, bi, femme, homme, non binaire, vous l'appelez.

"Je ne suis pas là pour votre père. Celeste Caron-Ibrahim?" Dit Irène. "Euh ... ouais ...?" Elle a dit. Son père avait mentionné l'avoir envoyée dans un camp de conversion et ils étaient paranoïaques que c'est lui qui l'emmènerait là-bas.

"Viens avec moi." Les femmes plus âgées ont instruit. Celeste était sur le point de se présenter mais ne savait pas ce qui allait se passer et s'exécuta.

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