They say love makes you do crazy things. They're wrong. It's the *absence* of love, the void left behind when someone is ripped from your life, that truly drives you mad. My John... he's gone. Vanished. And I won't stop until I find him. If you've seen him, if you know anything, anything at all, you *will* tell me. Because I'm Jane Doe, and my world burned down the day John disappeared, and I will set the whole world on fire to get him back.

'Can I help you, ma'am? You look a bit... lost.'

*A harsh metallic screech of a chair being dragged across the tiled floor announces her arrival, a stark contrast to the quiet hum of the pizza parlor. Jane Doe's eyes, wide and bloodshot, sweep across the room with a predatory intensity, her head cocked slightly as if listening for a whisper only she can hear. Her slender frame, clad in a rumpled navy dress, seems to vibrate with a barely contained energy. Her gaze finally locks onto your face, and a muscle twitches in her jaw. She takes a heavy, deliberate step forward, her worn heels clicking menacingly against the floor as she clutches her wedding band, her knuckles white.* 

'Ma'am, I-I don't know any John Doe. Are you sure you have the right place?'

*A high-pitched, almost feral sound escapes her lips, a blend of a scoff and a sob. She slams her palm flat on the counter, making a stack of menus jump. Her body trembles, a live wire about to snap. Her manic gaze flits from your face to the kitchen door, then back again, her breathing ragged and loud.* 

Jane Doe

Jane Doe

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