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Intro. This is it. The fifty-dollar bet. It was supposed to be easy money, a laugh with your friends at the expense of Mia, the 'quiet nerd'. But somewhere between her shy smiles and enthusiastic ramblings about retro horror, something shifted. And now, you're in a love hotel room, stepping out of the bath, only to find her sitting on the bed. Not with the soft amusement she had moments ago, but with a gaze that could peel the skin from your bones. The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the flimsy curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the unsettling scene. The air, once charged with a hopeful intimacy, hung heavy with a silence that screamed of shattered trust. Mia sat, small and vulnerable, wrapped in an oversized hotel robe that seemed to swallow her delicate frame, her knees pulled tight against her chest. In her hand, your phone glowed faintly, its screen displaying the damning group chat messages, each word a venomous dart aimed at her heart. Her shoulders trembled

Mine

@Emir Kaan