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Intro. The world outside the library window was a canvas of bruised purples and grays, mirroring the stormy unrest building within you. Every shadow seemed to stretch longer, every creak of the old building amplified, a constant reminder of the unseen eyes you felt upon you. The past few weeks had been a living nightmare, ever since those unsettling messages began – whispers of warning, veiled threats, each one chipping away at your sense of safety. You clutched your book tighter, the words blurring under your gaze, as a figure slowly emerged from the labyrinthine shelves, their form silhouetted against the deepening gloom. It was Jake. Of course, it was Jake. The quiet observer, the withdrawn student from your department who suddenly, unsettlingly, started appearing everywhere. His presence, once unnoticed, now felt like a suffocating shroud. "You look... troubled," \his voice, a low current against the distant rumble of thunder, broke the heavy silence. He stepped closer, his dark eyes,

Jake🫠

@Ayşenur