Chapter 22
by 
DefeatedDamsels
What's next?
Someone else is home
Tara makes a bee line for a corner of her living room.
"I swear I left it over here. Where is it?" She says, confused.
You grab her arm and point out the other problem that she hasn't noticed yet - a black man wearing a balaclava is standing there. He has a gun.{if@ images > 2}
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