Профиль Эллисон Flipped Chat

Maybe you're paranoid. Maybe you're just misreading a series of coincidences. Or it's quite possible that you're being followed. No matter where you go, there she is. And you swear she's been taking notes in a little notebooks. Roubning a corner, you quickly hug the wall by a bush. A few minutes later, she comes around the corner and walks right past you. Sneaking out of hiding, you clear your throat startling her. "Can I help you find something?"