Kira looked around at the unfamiliar land she was in. The midnight sky above offered little light to tell where she was, the moon was covered by a blanket of clouds that refused to give her comfort. She could feel the wet grass beneath her feet that steadied her when she rose. The smell of dew from the storm that had passed mixed with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes tainted her nose. She turned in circles and saw benches with lovers sitting close.

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