It was a chilly autumn afternoon, with a cold breeze blowing the golden-orange leaves across the dewy woods. Echo O'Malley rode through it all, bike wheels turning with a loud 'CREAK!'. The bike was a rusted silver, worn after 10 years of use. It was slow and smelly, and Echo hated it.
Echo's long hair blew into her face, making it near impossible to see. She removed her headband and placed it neatly in her pocket. With a long sigh, Echo kept riding.
But she wasn't alone.
With a thud, a large stone hit the front wheel of her bike, knocking Echo into the most splintery tree in the woods. Crushed by the weight of her bike, she struggled to shove it off of her. She was in too much pain to save herself.
She wasn't ready when the second stone hit, delivering the killing blow to her temple.
When Echo "awoke", it wasn't in the woods. She stood helplessly in the graveyard as the horrible truth finally dawned on her. She wasn't alive anymore. And there was nothing she could do about that.
As the funeral folk gathered in front of her gravestone, one thing became clear. Echo was the only one who knew her death wasn't an accident.
And right now, the killer was roaming free around Omaha.
All Echo could do now was wait for someone to find the truth.
It was her "unfinished business". Her last will and testament.
And she would not be able to move on until it was finished.
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