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Starter Current mood:   unhappy It had been a few months since Lindy was released from jail. Though things hadn't exactly gone smoothly since. All she wanted was to have a normal non criminal life, but instead, thanks to her best friend making her a profile on a dating app, a serial killer found her and decided she was his perfect human being and that she would belong to him. Of course to do that the Flirtual Killer had to remove any competition, starting with her former boyfriend. One by one, the people Lindy knew started to die, and the FBI inlisted her help in trying to catch this killer. Though the killer always seemed to be one step ahead of her and eveyone else. Lindy started to think that this killer was always going to be in her life, killing people one by one until she had no one left. And then and only then would she finally learn who the killer was. And that irritated her to no end. She did not know how she was supposed to ever have friends, or a boyfriend ever again. Or simply live a happy life. This killer was ruining it. And that feeling of depression and hopelessness brought her out to a nearby bar. She was positive the killer was watching her, since he always was, but she didn't care. She needed a night to wallow in misery before she got up and tried to solve the mystery all over again in the morning.  As she sat at the bar waiting for the bartender to give her the drink she ordered, Lindy looked around the room briefly to see if anyone was suspicious looking. Though as usual no one stood out. She sighed as her drink was placed in front of her, then glanced at her phone screen. A text came in from her current boyfriend, Christian Grey. Dating was risky due to the fact that the killer was extremely jealous, but she needed someone in her life she felt safe with. And with as high profile as Christian was, she assumed it would be very hard for anyone to get close enough to him to murder him. After quickly texting Christian back, Lindy went right back to her drink and her problems, only looking up again when someone sat down next to her. Her first thought was it was the Flirtual Killer, but shook that feeling away once she saw a friendly looking face looking back at her. Truth was, she didn't know if the person looking back at her was the killer or not, but she didn't want to push everyone away due to paranoia. If she did that, the killer won. So she forced a smile and introduced herself to a potential new friend. "Hi. I'm Lindy Sampson."