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Brietta stares at the text Ellington sent her thirty minutes ago about what the cryptic note had said—you have to remember who you are.
⠀⠀"Who I am?" Brietta repeats in a high-pitched voice, tucking her phone into her back pocket. "I'm sixteen, how am I supposed to know who I am?" She exhales heavily before looking up at the police station she's stopped outside of. If Brietta doesn't know who she is, a police report might give her some clues—or at least an idea.
⠀⠀Brietta walks into the police station, heading straight for Deputy Vargas' cubicle. In typical fashion, Deputy Vargas is typing away on some report on her station-issued computer. "Hi, Deputy," Brietta says with a sweet smile.
⠀⠀Deputy Vargas looks up from her screen and sees right through Brietta's act. "What do you want, Chastener?"
⠀⠀Brietta frowns before cutting to the chase. "I need to see my missing persons report. Please."
⠀⠀Deputy Vargas' eyebrows crinkle together and her lips pull down in concern. Her voice softens slightly as she speaks, "Brietta, you know I can't give you access to that without you filling out the JV-575 and JV-580 forms."
⠀⠀"I know," Brietta sighs before an idea strikes her. "I just wanted more information about that night." She forces a sniffle into existence; knowing how uncomfortable with emotions Deputy Vargas is always helps in situations like this: "It's just so hard not knowing." A single tear manages to well up in one eye as she watches Deputy Vargas squirm uncomfortably.
⠀⠀Deputy Vargas glances around the station before focusing sternly on Brietta again, holding up an index finger like a warning signpost: "Stay here." Her tone remains firm but laced with empathy: "I will get them for you—make sure they're back by next week." The threat hangs unspoken but clear—any damage or irregularity would be met with consequences.
⠀⠀Vargas glances around once more before standing up from her seat and heading towards the storage room. As soon as she disappears from view, Brietta lets out a silent squeal of triumph inside; mentally patting herself on the back for what feels like an Oscar-worthy performance.
⠀⠀When Vargas returns with a manila folder in hand, Brietta composes herself quickly and accepts it discreetly from Deputy's hands—a nod of gratitude exchanged between them without words spoken aloud.
⠀⠀With that done, Vargas goes back to typing on her computer and Brietta leaves the station, heading to the coffee shop right next to it. She orders a hot chocolate before getting cozy in a corner booth, pulling out the folder. As she opens the folder, a server places her hot chocolate on the table and Brietta murmurs a small gratitude and focuses on the first paper in the folder; 
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀
𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧
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𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗡𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿: BHPD-2006-0125-001 
𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 01/25/2006, 07:45 AM 
𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗿: Sheriff Stilinski, Badge #1
𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 
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𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲: CHASTENER, BRIETTA CELESTE 
𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵: 01/09/1995 
𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲: 11 
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: Female 
𝗥𝗮𝗰𝗲/𝗘𝘁𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆: Caucasian 
𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 4'7" 
𝗪𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 82 
𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Auburn 
𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Blue 
𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝘀: N/A