As the appointed hour approached, Jameson made his way to Whispering Woods, his mind racing with possibilities. The old oak tree loomed before him, its gnarled branches like skeletal fingers reaching towards the moon.
Meet me at the old oak tree in Whispering Woods at midnight. Come alone. VIV.THOMAS.-.PINK.VELVET.2.-.THE.LOSS.OF.INNOCENCE
VIV.THOMAS "