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Trinity Turlington

The mansion was huge.

That was for starters. When Trinity received the letters, she accepted it, assuming it would be some sort of island, island. Somewhat close to home. But, hey, this was good enough. Well, accept for who else was here that is.

trinity wandered the corridors of the large building, her eyes looking around cautiously, unsure of what to expect. For spome reason, the sight of the dim, cold hallways reminded her of a horror scene waiting to happen. Like, who knew what could come out? But she would be ready. Just in case. Or maybe who else could round one of the corners. The name echoed in her mind, making her hands clench into frustrated fists. She had hoped whern she came here that she would be able to get away from Christian. But no, everywhere she went, he had to be there too. What was up with that?

Snapping out of her thoughts, she decided to explore outside of the mansion. Maybe find some place she could escape to if necessary. A hideout sort of things. Ever since she moved to Tennessee, she had definetely needed one of those. And let me tell you, she was pro at finding them. Trinity heard the noise of footsteps on stone switch to the soft thud of her usual flip flops on the manicured grass. She looked around, twirling a strand of her blonde and brown hair on her index finger.

Whatever happened here, she just had a gut feeling would change her when, and if, she left. Just the musty smell of her surroundings told her that much.