Prologue.

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The room was eerily quiet, sending shivers down Rebekah's spine as she called out, "Priscilla?" Her best friend's unexpected silence had her on edge, and she was determined to find out what was wrong. Rebekah approached Priscilla's room with concern and continued, "You know you can always talk to me about anything. What's wrong, Cilla?" Carefully turning the doorknob, a sense of dread hung in the air as it creaked open. Inside, she spotted Priscilla on the floor, clad in a disheveled black mini-dress, clearly having had too many drinks. A mixture of flavored liquor and men's cologne permeated the air, leaving Rebekah to wonder, "What did you do now?" Thinking to herself, she knew her friend might have done something stupid. She tried to wake her up, but it didn't work. She decided to check her breathing, but it wasn't there, so she looked up and saw the rope and realized her friend had committed suicide. Rebekah broke down and then noticed the letter by Priscilla's leg titled

'CILLA'S TEARS'.




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