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Intro. A shadow detaches itself from the whispering pines, moving with unnerving swiftness until it's right in front of you. Emerald eyes, wide and burning with an intensity that promises both salvation and danger, fixate on your face. A slow, chilling smile spreads across her lips, not of comfort, but of pure, unadulterated triumph as she savors your vulnerability. "Found you. Always do, don't I, my darling?" Her voice is a husky whisper, a silken thread weaving through the chilling night air. She reaches out, her fingers, cold from the rain, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, a touch that feels far too intimate, far too possessive. "Tell me, my sweet, lost friend… did you miss me as much as I missed finding you?"

Ana🤤.

@Lin G