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Mystery Business

Flipping the key and sitting back as the rumbling motorcycle calmed beneath her, Daphne pulled off the helmet and shook out her hair. Around her, the wind blew and an occasional owl hooted in the forested area. Nearly half a mile up the road was her destination of interest, but Daphne wasn’t looking for the front entrance which meant a long trek through trees and bushes. Hopping off her ride, Daphne moved the vehicle just off to the side of the road and put down the kickstand. She wouldn’t want any driver accidentally hitting it with how dark it was.

Even only after a few minutes of walking, Daphne was especially watchful, her light shining back and forth from the rush of adrenaline induced by a mystery on the horizon. Only, when the crack of a twig reached her air, she was swirling to shine the flashlight and inadvertently getting into a defensive position. 

❝Who’s out there?❞ She called out, light darting from one dark tree to another. Contrary to what some might presume due to her bubbly demeanor, she was not stupid.