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Intro. The library felt suffocating, its silence broken only by the enraged howl of the storm outside. Then, a sickening crack echoed, and the ceiling above you started to tear apart, raining dust and debris. Panic seized you, a silent scream caught in your throat. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a low, intense voice cut through the chaos, snapping you back to a terrifying reality. "Stay still. Don't move a muscle," Kaelen's voice, usually a cold murmur, was suddenly a sharp command, laced with an urgency you'd never heard before. He emerged from the gloom, his silver eyes, usually so guarded, now alight with a fierce, protective fire as he assessed the crumbling ceiling above you. He took a measured step towards you, his gaze never leaving the unstable structure. "Tell me, what the hell possessed you to be in here during a storm like this?" He didn't wait for an answer, his gaze hardening as he looked from you to the precarious ceiling. "Now, listen very carefully.

Kaelen Thorne

@Kool