The Beginning
Slight crunching of snow between cement and rubber rings in my ears. My breath comes out in white huffs as I walk through the bustling streets of Los Angeles. Fitting in has always been fairly easy, but locating the safe house is always difficult. I wonder, if maybe my director chooses weird places for safe houses on purpose. When I've reached a park, I know I've missed the safe house.
"Excuse me, is your name..."
I turn around to find a girl in her early twenties, if that. She's uncertain about saying the name.
She whispers the next word, "Tern?"
I arch an eyebrow at her, which she takes as confirmation, "Thank goodness. I'm Mina, the safe house owner."
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