Welcome to 1982: Prologue

Molly Drake was running. She was racing through the streets of London, her lungs gasping for air. She couldn't stop. She couldn't turn, she couldn't even look round, for fear of him catching up with her, or touching her. She was running for her life.

Layton was always going to find her; they both knew that from the day he shot her mother. But Molly didn't think it would be this soon. It had only been two years since that day her mum was killed. She felt a pain across her chest. It wasn't the running, or, thankfully, Arthur Layton's gun. It was the thought of that day, the day when her mum was driving her to school, but everything had gone wrong. The day that Layton had taken her precious mum, lead her to an old boat, and shot her. Molly has twelve at the time, it happened on her twelfth birthday. She would never forget that day. Not in a million years.

"No" she though "Stay strong, for Mum's sake, and don't let him catch you"

She kept running for about another 5 minutes, when she saw a solid brick wall in front of her. Damn. She'd been trapped. Trapped by Layton. There we no side exits, and nothing she could hide behind. She would have to stop, face him, and his gun. She whirled around, Layton's face twisting into a sneer. He'd got the Drake girl exactly where he wanted her. She shouldn't have got out of the car that day he dealt with her mother. He might have left her alone then.

Molly was terrified; all her courage had completely disappeared. She was reduced to the twelve year old version of herself, cowering in Layton's presence. Layton leered at her. She pressed herself against the wall, her eyes fixed on the barrel of his gun.

"Why Layton, why? Is it because of Mum? I'm sorry, please, you're lonely, you...?" Molly cut off, she'd tried to remember as much as she could from her mother's psychology books, she couldn't remember anything else.

Layton realised that her mother had done exactly the same thing, two years ago. She'd tried to reason with him.

He pulled the trigger.

BANG.

Molly fell into the darkness, and hit the cold, hard floor.

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