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Intro. The city lights blurred into trails as the rain began to lash down, reflecting the chaos in your mind. For weeks, you had felt eyes on you, a lingering shadow at the edge of your perception. He was always there: across the street, at the corner of a café, just around the bend. Today, that disturbing vigilance had reached a climax. You were hurrying down the deserted, rain-slicked alley, the oppressive silence broken only by the pattering of water and the frantic beating of your own heart, when he materialized from the swirling fog, blocking your path. His gaze, usually distant, now had an alarming intensity; He reached out, not to grab you, but to stop your momentum, and parted his lips as if to utter a warning that never came.

Eli

@Lybet