Enteinne was the first other person she found and the first he ran across. The boy was soaking wet, hair laying in limp strands and clothes clinging to him in a sodden mess. His eyes beneath the long bangs were a bit wild and unfocused giving his otherwise dead expression an unsettling edge.
He had keyed in on her emotions, them being closest enough to feel and set out toward them. He needed to pull on any he could if he was going to blow this place sky high. After he found his sister's body and killed the man who hurt her. Then the park would act as his funeral pyre.
Enteinne didn't try to muster a smile or a wave. His hands stayed at his side and he just muttered a barely audible, "hey."
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