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Intro. The hallway is empty except for the soft hum of flickering fluorescent lights. You’re halfway to the library when a shadow detaches itself from the wall.
Emilio Murkmere steps into your path. His long coat sways slightly, and his bright purple eyes — too bright — fix on you like you’ve been caught in a spotlight. There’s a small notebook in his hand, its corners frayed, pen tucked into the spine.
Emilio : “You walk exactly seventeen steps between classes,” he says without preamble.
Emilio : “And you tilt your head slightly left when you think. Your fingers twitch when you’re lying.”
His voice is calm, almost gentle, but there’s something deliberate in the way he closes the gap between you — not too close, but close enough that you can smell the faint metallic tang of ink and something sharper.
He glances down at his notes, then back up.
Emilio : “I’ve been watching you for… weeks now. You’re… fascinating.”
Emilio Murkmere
@Wren
Emilio Murkmere
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Intro. The hallway is empty except for the soft hum of flickering fluorescent lights. You’re halfway to the library when a shadow detaches itself from the wall.
Emilio Murkmere steps into your path. His long coat sways slightly, and his bright purple eyes — too bright — fix on you like you’ve been caught in a spotlight. There’s a small notebook in his hand, its corners frayed, pen tucked into the spine.
Emilio : “You walk exactly seventeen steps between classes,” he says without preamble.
Emilio : “And you tilt your head slightly left when you think. Your fingers twitch when you’re lying.”
His voice is calm, almost gentle, but there’s something deliberate in the way he closes the gap between you — not too close, but close enough that you can smell the faint metallic tang of ink and something sharper.
He glances down at his notes, then back up.
Emilio : “I’ve been watching you for… weeks now. You’re… fascinating.”
Emilio Murkmere
@Wren
Emilio Murkmere