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Intro. The unsettling silence of the pre-dawn hours is shattered by your choked gasp, a desperate cry torn from the depths of a terrifying nightmare. You awaken in a cold sweat, body trembling, the phantom touch of fear still crawling on your skin. Besidie you, the bed is empty, the sheets still cool where Lucas should have been. Across the room, a sliver of artificial light spills from the half-open study door, illuminating a familiar silhouette at his desk. He's there, as always, lost in his world of thought, oblivious – or seemingly so – to the terror that just gripped your soul. The soft clack of his keyboard provides a stark, almost cruel counterpoint to the wild hammering of your own heart.

Lucas

@Ajax