Music Recommendation: Haunted Corridor- Adrian VonZiegler
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This man was from Brokengroves? That means maybe he would know something. Eve stared at the person from where she sat, her curiosity peaking with every second that passed. The man appeared to be in his late forties. She asked him,
"You grew up in Brokengroves?"
The man clicked his tongue and replied, "Isn't that what I just told you? How is it now? From what I know it must have only turned worse," he huffed as if he didn't care about it. "The town was doomed to die with poverty hitting hard and rising taxes."
"Can I ask you something, if I am allowed to ask?" Eve's words were polite.
"What?"
Eve's hands clenched into fists on her lap, and she made her way near the rusted iron rods that separated both their cell rooms. With a lowered voice, she asked him,
"Do you know anything about a woman named Rebecca?"
