Chapitre 21: West wing

 She stood there without moving and the car had only pulled the brakes few metres away from her, but Samara fell unconscious right after he pulled the brakes. 

 The man in the car cursed before leaving his car, he'd have left her there but oh well, he sighed. 

 He walked towards the girl with long and proud steps, he bent towards her, checking to feel her pulse but something else caught his attention. 

 Red hair. It looked familiar and he grinned at the thought of who it was. If his thoughts were correct of course. 

 He used his fingers to push her hair that were covering part of her face, he could see the visible bruises on her cheek. 

 "Samara." He muttered to himself. 

 "What is a bunny as yourself hopping to find this lone night, hm?" He asked the unconscious girl before letting out a short chuckle.