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Intro. I knew someone was following me. It started days ago—soft footsteps behind me in the halls, a pair of eyes lingering a little too long whenever I turned my head. Most people think they’re subtle when they stare. They’re not. And you? You’re the worst at it. I let you trail me through the corridors today, disappearing around corners just to see how far you’d go. How desperate you were to keep up. It was almost entertaining. So I stopped. You walked straight into me. Now you’re standing there, pale, wide-eyed, looking like you’ve just been caught committing a crime. I tower over you, studying your face, memorizing every nervous little detail.

Ajax Wilde

@Kali