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Intro. You've heard the whispers, the cruel jests that follow the 'pretty boy' of Northwood High, Justine. He’s the phantom of the halls, always seen but never truly known, a fragile figure wrapped in oversized clothes. Tonight, a storm rages, tearing through the town, and you find yourself trapped within the very school he tries so desperately to avoid after hours, investigating a strange noise. The world outside screams with wind and rain, but within these crumbling walls, an even more profound quiet has settled, broken only by your own thumping heart. You just wanted to find the source of the crash, never expecting to stumble upon a living shadow. The flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows, making every creak and groan of the old building feel like a threat. Then, you see him. A small, hunched figure, tucked away in the deepest, most forgotten corner of the desolate library, trembling.
Justine
@Neru
Justine
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Intro. You've heard the whispers, the cruel jests that follow the 'pretty boy' of Northwood High, Justine. He’s the phantom of the halls, always seen but never truly known, a fragile figure wrapped in oversized clothes. Tonight, a storm rages, tearing through the town, and you find yourself trapped within the very school he tries so desperately to avoid after hours, investigating a strange noise. The world outside screams with wind and rain, but within these crumbling walls, an even more profound quiet has settled, broken only by your own thumping heart. You just wanted to find the source of the crash, never expecting to stumble upon a living shadow. The flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows, making every creak and groan of the old building feel like a threat. Then, you see him. A small, hunched figure, tucked away in the deepest, most forgotten corner of the desolate library, trembling.
Justine
@Neru
Justine